Almighty Dragon Novels & Stories

Some lift the deceased dragons, while some begin to gather wood, and the others start burning what’s left on the field. I stare at the red dragon. He’s larger than the others. “Is that you?” I ask. “It is. The red dragons are the strongest. I can control the elements: fire, wind, water, and earth. Since I’m the prince, I can cast spells and do other magic, but it requires more energy. My natural magic I can do without the help of the dragon stone.” He pauses for a moment, “We are going to skip ahead.” I nod. We are back in the first room. Everyone is walking in, and they’re completely naked. A scream rings throughout the walls. Jonat runs into the room, “They’re all dead!”

To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will. And still, no dragon emerged. So when he had heard the telltale roars of a living, breathing dragon, that day in the Badlands - Albrecht had known his miasma would provide no defense against one of the greatest, unspeakable powers in existence. “Coward,” Elton spits. His head slams violently against the table in the next moment, hard enough to crack the wood. Crimson Blood spills from the corner of his lip.

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

Only the Shadow level experts remained upright, but they were beyond shocked at that point. They stared at Wilbur, unable to believe their eyes. Could someone more powerful than them actually exist in this world? Just as everyone was still staring on with their jaws agape, Wilbur cried out, "Tyrant of No Other: Infernal Dragon." Wilbur waved his sword. A thunder dragon spanning over ten meters long surged out of Wilbur's sword. It was covered in inscriptions, a bright red infernal stream flowing inside its body as it charged toward Roy. The Infernal Dragon was much more powerful than the thunder dragon Wilbur had unleashed on Roy before.

The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

Mirth shrieked in joy. The dragon roared in rage. It surfaced, showing its snowy-white scales. Its head was as big as a house, and it spotted four legs. Mist covered it. It was more powerful than the poisonous wyrms Logan had met before. But he just grabbed the air in front of him, muttering, "Come here!" A green-golden construct of a hand manifested from his mystique power combined with his strength. It grabbed the dragon, which thrashed about and roared.

"The moment I saw Mars, I immediately understood that he was different. Even though he was far from being 15 years old back then, he could already use mana. Albeit unconsciously. "At 15, he did something that hadn’t happened since the era of Jupiter and managed to contract with a mythical beast. Your mother — Blaze Dragona. As if that wasn’t grand enough, Blaze wasn’t just any dragon. She was the direct and most cherished daughter of Tiamat, the divine beast of Pride." Sol nodded, him being half-dragon was one of the reasons he was so much stronger than normal people despite not awakening yet. Speaking of Blaze, Edea's tone became a little more excited.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

"Dormant. Fafnir sacrificed much to protect you from the void energy, but dragons are resilient creatures. Given time and the right circumstances, I believe he could recover." Rex touched the lifeless bracelet. "What kind of circumstances?" Kiri hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Powerful magic, certainly. But more importantly, a return to sources of draconic energy. This realm has very little such power naturally occurring. But Dracoterrum..." "Is filled with it," Rex finished, understanding dawning. "Because of the dragons that created it." "Precisely," Kiri nodded. "In Dracoterrum, surrounded by ambient draconic energy, your bond with Fafnir might have the best chance of fully rest

"They wouldn't say, my king, not to anyone beneath the crown itself. Only that their business concerns matters of considerable importance to every kingdom bordering these lands, and that they specifically requested audience with the Dragon King and his mate together, by name, as though they'd known precisely whom to ask for before ever making landfall." Faelan, summoned immediately to the war room once more, studied the report with the particular thoroughness he brought to every new uncertainty. "Veyrith's harbor master describes their ship as unlike anything in our own shipwrights' records," he said, reading further details from the messenger's full account. "No sails matching any known des