Apocalypse Dragons Novels & Stories

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

"It has been written in the sands of time, before the first war, that the dragons will emerge a second time and cause chaos to the realm. But a warrior will be born to destroy them, a warrior that isn't the Alpha, but his mate." "But mother, I'm no warrior." Aurora shook her head. "I couldn't even protect Penelope, my best friend. Whatever this prophecy is, I don't think it has anything to do with me." "Aurora believe in yourself." Kahlan waved her hands and a cloud of smoke appeared. "Because if you do not, the realm will fall. Everyone will be destroyed and the dragons will take over the world." From the smoke, images appeared and Aurora watched in horror as the realm fell apart under the

The thick cloud of smoke was soon clearing away and much to Madam Secretary’s dismay and horror, the dragon was seen wafting away at the fumes, beating its wings very wildly and was soaring in the air, unscathed, without a single scratch from the hydrogen bomb. The fate of the planet was as good as sealed. The dragon was unkillable, withstanding a direct nuclear blast. Nothing could destroy it now. The world was in a state of quagmire and terror, plunged in a darkness of owing to the fact that the world was indeed ending and what more to ascertain these claims of the pilgrims jam-packed at Mecca or believers thronged at Vatican's St. Peter’s Square than a large indestructible dragon—the very

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Lucian’s handprints painted her skin. “It’s not demons or anything.” I chuckled, thinking of the few that I knew. I could never worship any of those sex-crazed crazies. “A lot of shifters worship her. The goddess, but dragons are much older than that. We were there when men were still hiding in caves afraid of fire. It makes sense, we were the fire.” “Hm. Does that mean that you were around then?” “Not quite that old. I’ve only been alive for a few hundred years. Lucian is much older than me.”

It exhaled, a slow plume of smoke curling upward like memory. “The world grows quieter each century.” it murmured Far below, mortals trudged toward their gods, unaware that even among dragons, boredom was a hunger that never died, and cruelty toward the weak, a pastime to fill their endless immortality. High above them all, Adistaktos glowed, a heaven carved for the most dangerous of Dragons.

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.

The sky itself seemed to tear apart under the fury of their battle. Crack! Suddenly, a powerful force from afar struck the Astral Stage immortal. He was stunned, looking utterly broken, as if his very soul had been shattered. The sight was horrifying. The distant onlookers were pale with shock. No one expected him to end up in such a pitiful state—it was unimaginable what he had endured. By now, everyone had perished in the sea of blood. Even the Astral immortal had not escaped this tragic fate. The dragons’ massive pupils locked onto Adrian and his companion, as if ready to charge and destroy everyone. In the next moment, they plunged into the boiling magma, which bubbled furiously, as if c

I lit it up. Napalm is fucking napalm, but it turns out dragon shit isn’t just flammable, it’s explosive. The lizards were decimated. Chaos reigned, and the wasps could do nothing to prevent death from above. Many lizards were blown to pieces, others were set on fire. Flaming lizards ran around screaming, probably as much because of the smell as the burning to death.

She wondered to which God the temple was dedicated. Roars coming from above startled Ayla. She looked up and sucked in a breath when she saw seven big dragons. Each dragon had a different color—the first was light blue, then black, gold, green, white, brown, and the last was dark blue. They flew above the temple, circling it a few times, before landing in front of it close to the warriors. The men didn’t seem shocked to see the dragons. Nor scared. As the warriors got closer to the temple entrance, the dragons moved to clear a path for them. When the men walked between them, the dragons bowed their heads as the men entered the temple.