Adult Silver Dragon 5e Novels & Stories

I only hoped nothing had changed. I got to the stairs and watched the scene unfold in the sitting room. My father stood in the sitting room with my mom beside him and some other friends. The convoy came to a halt. One by one, the bodyguards stepped into the house first. The entire mansion fell silent. Even Father straightened his suit. Then the rear door opened again… and Red Dragon stepped into the house with effortless confidence. He looked the same as fifteen years ago: grey hair, dark eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a tailored black tuxedo to complete the look.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

The nine colossal silver dragons were emanating dazzling silver light all over while pulling a large bronze coffin. A full moon shone through the dark of the night. However, the nine large silver dragons emitting silver light were like nine moons, much bigger and brighter. He could clearly see the scales on the giant dragons from far away. That coffin was also huge. As the coffin wall was illuminated by the silver light, he could clearly see the carved flowers, birds, insects, and fish on it with his naked eyes. It let out an ancient aura and a fluctuation of solid vitality. He was clearly looking at a cold coffin, but he somehow felt—

I’d said. He’d lowered his giant head and put his eye in front of me. ‘You look like someone who should know something about dragons. Do you not?’ he asked, as if I’d offended him. “I know some things.” ‘What do you know?’ he asked. “I know that you, as a silver dragon, are one of the strongest dragons there are. Only the golden queens are stronger than you. I know that there are bronze, green, red, and blue dragons as well,” I said proudly.

He roared a sound that shattered the air, shaking the ground and echoing across the mountains. Flames erupted from his body, curling in living serpents, rolling over enemy lines. The sheer intensity of his presence drove foes backward, forcing monsters and men alike to recoil in terror. Yet the dragon’s raw power threatened to consume everything, including Ashenrealm’s soldiers. Elara’s silver energy surged in response, wrapping around him like ribbons of pure light, guiding and tempering the inferno, shielding the allies nearest them.

She let out a loud whistle, “Griga!” Eleand was lost for words again when a roar reached his ears. It was followed by loud flapping sounds of wings coming from the cave. His eyes widened when the creature materialized in front of him. A real dragon! “Holy fuck! What is that?” His mouth opened in awe while examining the creature, which was looking back at him—a black dragon with silver armor and a saddle. It was massive, even its wings tucked in place. Its large eyes were gold, and its scales glimmered. Its talons were deadly, just like the bottom part of its tail.

Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on. Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younger version of my mother. Oh, also, my Lycan is pure silver like Mother's; the only difference is mother's other half is a wolf, while mine is Lycan, but both are pure silver. I don't know why all these were passed down to me if mother, according to father, has fulfilled what was predestined of her, which landed her in a comatose state for years.

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

It seemed to be alive as it bound the silver dragon in the blink of an eye. The red dragon grabbed the opportunity to strike with its claws. The silver dragon's scales flew through the air as blood gushed from its wounds. However, the red dragon had no intention of stopping. It slashed with its claws again and again until the silver dragon was ripped in half. With a final roar, the silver dragon crashed from the sky. The red dragon circled above like a victorious general. Sebastian followed what was recorded in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals and began to refine half of the fallen silver dragon.