Ancient Dragon Lightning Novels & Stories

May the Goddess protect Draven. Lightning bolt across the roaring dark skies, flashing against his eyes as if the Goddess was granting him a miracle. Suddenly, the sky opened with a crack of power and lightening, a royal, regal black dragon shooting out of the thunderous clouds, thunder and lightning enhancing its aura. Malric froze. He could recognize that hot, sleek figure anywhere. Even while tumbling down from the angry skies. Draven ! The jet black dragon was a vision summoned from the storm. Drenched. Furious. Glorious. His eyes burning like twin suns.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Lord Wilson quickly takes an action,he releases a large lightning blast from his hand toward the fire resulting in a blast which blasts everything around including the dragon and Lord Wilson. The dragon flew out of the explosion as it's body is invulnerable to it toward the egg. "Do you think I would allow you to take the egg I came to this forest for?Do you think you can beat me and go Scott free?" Lord Wilson asked as he walked out of the explosion with no visible wounds on his body. The dragon angrily charges at him, Lord Wilson quickly removes his armor and his clothes from his body. Argh!!!he screamed as he morphed into his beast form with lightning streaming around his body.

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

Blake called out, and a red dragon and blue phoenix emerged from Blake and landed beside him. “YOU ARE GIFTED TO HAVE THE MYTHICAL HEAVENLY CREATURES BY YOUR SIDE BLAKE OF THE ELON FAMILY. I NOW HOPE YOU DO SURVIVE.” The booming voice said, and an ample charge of energy was felt coming from the clouds. Thunder echoed throughout the crater, and soon a massive gold lightning bolt was seen descending from the sky, turning into the shape of an eastern golden dragon. The size dwarfed the ancestor dragon by two sizes, and the power it held was to the extreme.

“Then we’ll get her back. I swear it.” Above, Zayn roared, his wings spreading wide. He called the storm down itself, a cascade of lightning spears that rained upon the Ancient. The creature staggered under the assault, its mask cracking wider. For a moment, Adrien saw something flicker, hesitation? Or amusement? Then the Ancient lifted its other hand. Chains of light, broken and jagged, whipped outward like serpents. They coiled around Zayn mid-flight, constricting with a shriek that split the heavens.

Leila put a handful of glistening ashes from the well in Mother Dragon’s palm, “These are for you.” Mother Dragon teared up. She hugged Leila and kissed her cheek. “Do what you must now, and I’ll be here waiting for you. We have so much to talk about,” she said, while brushing her warm thumb across Leila’s forehead. “May I ask… what does the word ‘Slathar’ mean?” Leila said inquisitively. Mother Dragon smiled. “Slathar is the name for lightning, the gift bestowed from the sky, in an ancient dragon tongue. You are meant to be the queen of the dragon realm. All of the dragon spirits were calling out to you.”

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

The lightning spat from the cloud, clenching the black matter and pulled my chest upward. The pulling was equivalent to have my vocal cords ripped from me so many years ago. My dragon roared in pain, remembering the pain I felt as a child, and he could do nothing. I could see his body wrapping around itself, rolling in a tantrum, trying to push the lightning away from my body. The continued pull could be felt through my chest and down to my toes. My dragon pulled on my ripped cords, trying to scream to stop, causing blood to spit from my mouth.