Apocalypse Dragons Novels & Stories

Suddenly, another earth-shaking dragon roar sounded, and then all the people on the spot saw a purple dragon that reached a few thousand feet approaching them from the distant sky. "A dragon! A Divine Archean Dragon!" At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked. Being struck dumb with astonishment, they stared at the divine purple dragon that flew closer and closer. It was wrapped in purple lightning flashes, which looked extremely horrifying. Under the powerful dragon aura, everyone held their breath. They all quite clear that the five claws of the Divine Archean Dragon could even turn an Apotheosis Realm cultivator to ashes.

At the same time, there was a cultivation manual that showed the innate legacy which the dragon's soul carried—the Apocalyptic Dragonflame! Delighted, Caleb extended his senses to skim through it. He quickly saw that there were six styles in the Apocalyptic Dragonflame, listed in the following order: Dragonbreath, Fire Rain, Falling Star, Aeroflame, Sky Crasher, and World Inferno. Caleb's eyes were ablaze with excitement, as the cultivation method looked top-class from first glance.

Meanwhile my hair smelled like coconut with a mixture of honey, lips covered with light shine, pulling lower lips out of my tooth grip. "Bite your lips back, I won't be able to control the thoughts that I have," Dragon said, on fire. My breath was on and off. Dragon approached a revolution and deprivation in his eyes: "I know you're approaching me only to retaliate!" "Even if I killed you now," I stood on my heel and grabbed him near his black collar. "You'll do me a favor, you idiot, then I'll die on your hand, Jenny."

Bacchus boringly looks at him and say, “And what have you done? I heard Black Dragon’s sisters escaped from your grasp. You are no match even to little girls, huh?” Apollo sharply turns to him, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! AND YOU ARE A WIMP! You are five against only one and yet you can’t kill Black Dragon!” “He’s not alone. He got a whole team too.” Bacchus quietly answers back. “So you admit you are no match to them? I THOUGHT YOU ARE THE BEST OLYMPUS GANG MEMBERS?!” Apollo shouts back. “I thought you are?” Bacchus calmly fires back. “WHY YOU, MOTHERFU—” Apollo started but Hercules interrupted him.

“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.

“A war that will end everything.” The other dragons shifted, their scales gleaming in the dim light. A silver one, Artheia tilted her head. “War? Against whom?” “Ariel,” I said, my voice heavy with anger. “And her daughter.” The dragons growled in unison, the sound shaking the mountains. Flames licked the air. “She destroyed us once,” Drakar said bitterly. And now she wants to do it again?” “Yes,” I said sharply, “if she wins, there will be no more creatures like dragons in this world again.”

Tyr became particularly worried when he had become a God and could sense the position of another God in the world. “I’ll go there now. You guys can catch up with me later.” After he finished, Tyr stepped on the golden dragon and turned into a stream of light as he flew in the direction of Mount Rospids. Back on Mount Rospids, Apophis had been fighting the massive Chimera that had evolved from the Ragnarok Formation for several rounds. Chimera was an ancient sacred beast, and it was known as one of the four auspicious beasts. If it happened to be an actual Chimera, perhaps it would have a chance to fight against Apophis.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

This energy was close to exploding during their fight but the call of its mate managed to stop it from bursting. Then, the Draco saw the heart-rending image of his family dead. Its mate was dead on the floor with one of the weapons piercing its body. Its offspring that never had the chance to see the world lay broken on the floor. The energy within it started to burn with great intensity but due to its fear of dying, it stayed shut inside the Draco’s body. But it kept boiling. The energy wanted nothing more than to escape and manifest itself as the apocalypse itself but the Draco’s fear of death prevented it from appearing.

“What happened to the dragons? Did they like, kill themselves off or something?” “That’s what some people think, but most say that the war made the dragons weak, and the ones who remained alive after the fighting retreated back to the realm of their god; Helios, the Sun God. But it has been almost two thousand years, and none have returned.” I watch Aurora as she explores the map in front of her, she shows genuine interest in learning about our world and its inhabitants.