Apocalypse Dragons Novels & Stories

He started to squeeze Louis's neck tightly. Louis started to struggle to free himself away from Drake. But Drake is furious and all he wanted to do right now is kill the man in front of him. By his scent, Drake immediately recognized the other man as a red dragon. Red dragons have a very sinister smell associated with them. "A stupid red dragon" he roared angrily. Louis became purple with a lack of oxygen. His strength is a no match in front of Drake. He is the most powerful living dragon in the world. Soon Louis stopped struggling and Drake let him go after he confirmed that the man is dead.

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

My Agalariept shook its head from side to side. I had no idea what was going on. Until I hear the dragon says, "Okay, okay, you pesky creature. Can't I at least have a little fun with the boy for a bit? OK, OK.” The dragon now turns his attention to me. I was still processing what I had seen. After returning to its cave, the dragon fell to the ground. Only his head is visible. Suddenly, his eyes began to light up and the four horsemen of the apocalypse were released. They took their weapons from the floor, But they did nothing. The dragon followed their movements closely.

Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis. A land of scaled kings, where volcanoes bled fire and mountains roared with ancient thunder. Dragons ruled the skies—massive shadows blotting out the sun, their roars shaking the world. Beneath, basilisks slid through molten tunnels and hydras waited in frozen cliffs. Fire was Drakonis’s heartbeat, its rulers claiming dominion through fear. Yet even dragons bowed to the Accord, knowing unchecked rage would scorch every realm. And at the edges of everything sprawled the Obsidian Wilds—

As their eyes met April was transported back in time, to a world where the sands she stood on were a mass of volcanic activity, dragons bathed in the lava and cavorted with one another, free from the shackles and the binds of humans. "I am Kukulkan, God of all dragons...Adrastus is my son, the prophecy states a wolf in women's skin will come and enslave the forsaken son, taming him with her heart and ensnaring him with her courage; dragons and wolves will go to war; the fire shall rain from the sky and blood will soak the earth without end until the Gods favoured woman makes a choice, one will die, one will burn and the woman will take her chosen true form, ruling their kingdom forever, only

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.