A Golden Dragon Novels & Stories

asked the red dragon, who had been violently thrown onto an island. "Hahaha, afraid? What should I be afraid of?" the golden dragon retorted to the red dragon. "You should be afraid of your death, which will cause the Emperor Dragon bloodline to disappear completely from this world." The red dragon replied coldly. The golden dragon is considered the highest-ranking dragon within the Sacred Beast tribe, not only in the Sacred Beast world but almost throughout the entire world and even in the divine realm, where the golden dragon is regarded as the highest. If the golden dragon is called the guardian dragon, then he is called the destroyer dragon. His pleasure in killing and destroying the ent

Indeed the witch had opened a door of new possibilities for him and one of them might be his doom. The Dragons were the worshippers of Gold. Dragon Gold aka the Red Gold was a sacred ornament of Dragons. You can own the yellow gold but the red gold was prohibited because it only belonged to the Dragons no matter whoever possessed it. Keeping Red Gold from Dragons could bring the wrath of the Dragons on you and war upon your people. Dragons were extremely territorial beings and you could rarely encounter one in your lifetime. Vladimir had encountered their King once and Vladimir was confident that the Dragon King could single-handedly kill Vladimir and take down an army.

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

It effortlessly blocked the attack. Andrius’ expression changed. “It’s my turn!” Arthur laughed loudly and drew his weapon for the first time. It was a sword that was entirely golden in color. It appeared plain, but in the early days of the new dynasty, it had a formidable reputation for slaying countless enemies. One side of the dragon was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, exuding a majestic aura, while the other side depicted a thunderstorm, symbolizing the might of the heavens.

The Windless Peaks, which were enveloped in a layer of black holes and darkness, were suddenly illuminated by a brilliant golden light that was as gentle as a round golden sun. The black dragon had transformed into a golden dragon on the opposite side of the horizon. Tyr’s physique had been reborn, and he had become a God. His body was bathed in the golden light as he flew all the way to them on the back of the golden dragon.

At its entrance stood the monumental gate. Over sixty feet tall, it loomed like a fallen knight hammered into shape. Obsidian slabs, veined with rivers of gold, pulsed faintly as if alive—each breath of wind setting off glimmers that danced like trapped souls. The gold had been poured by hand from the blood of nations; the obsidian mined from the Tungsten Wolves’ veins. To touch the gate was to feel time itself hum. As the dragon approached, the gate trembled. Its hinges, older than kings, groaned open. The air rushed inward, heavy with magic and heat. Beyond it, the domain unfolded. A continent suspended in mist.

Since he isn’t around, I try to press my ear to the wall to hear the song better but instead fall through the door. Looking around, I notice the statues are gone. All that’s in the room is the golden dragon that once held the stone. The music gets louder as I approach the dragon. Suddenly the eyes of the golden dragon glow red, and after a flash, a glowing stone materializes in its claws. The appearance of the stone reminds me of a salt rock lamp, but there is no cord, and the stone seems dull. “Taran! Taran, that stone is back!” I yell.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

he muttered. Mason and Dale chuckled, but Drake was distracted. He was looking at the picture of the Dragon Relic, which was hung in the hallway. Dillon noticed what caught Drake's attention. "It's the picture of the Dragon Relic. My forefathers gathered that picture to take it away from the dragons. And every one of us knows how it ended" Dillon said. The Dragon Relic is something that looks like a huge glowing ball attached to an iron holder, which has one side look like an open palm, inside which is the ball placed.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.