Apocalypse Dragons Novels & Stories

That seemed to have relaxed her family, along with the tension in her own body. "Ah.. look at this girl trying to curry favor. Go on and tell us. What is it?" Her mother asked in a more normal tone this time around. "Hmm.. Mother, you must believe me regardless of how absurd what I say sounds." Yanlong gave a dramatic pause. "Apocalypse is coming tomorrow night. You guys must prepare and stay safe at least until I can get to you guys." Yanlong told her plaintively. "What sort of preparations should we do?" Yanlong's mother asked.

Archfiend Antigonuswas floating mid-air, and a violent surge of energy exited his body. All of a sudden, the weather on the mountain changed. The previously clear sky was now filled with dark clouds and rolling thunder, The energy combined to form 18 black dragons that immediately dove into the ground. After the dragons entered the ground, the earth started trembling with each passing moment, the trembles grew stronger. Not long after, the whole mountain was shuddering, and it looked like the apocalypse.

It was majestic, sacred, domineering and powerful. While the powerhouses present were astonished, he waved his hand. A ray of terrifying Decachrome Holy Light struck, transforming into countless decachrome dragons. Following the roars of the dragons, wherever the dragons passed, the powerhouses below the Xurxo Daeclon Rank would explode. Their blood and flesh splatted everywhere. It was a horrifying sight. When the dozens of powerhouses in the Xurxo Daeclon Rank saw that, they activated their Supernatural Powers in a panic. However, before they could do anything, they were severely injured by the dragons. They fell from the void.

Celeste dismounts smoothly, though I can see she's favoring one leg. "We need to talk, Thelma." She walks toward me, her expression grave. "About what I've been hiding for 1,200 years. About why dragons, real dragons, are returning after millennia of sleep." The dragon behind her rumbles, a sound that vibrates in my chest. "And about the prophecy," Celeste continues, "that says only an Alpha twin bonded to a True Alpha can prevent the supernatural apocalypse that's about to destroy every species on Earth."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Then he stood, leaned toward the microphone clipped to his lapel, and said one line. That single line traveled through the control board, through twenty-three million live streams, down the hallway, past the control room, past the partition wall, past that concrete door we'd broken open with three hammer strikes — and into the bunker. A bunker with no one left in it. "Ouroboros, Season 7 — that's a wrap." On the big screen, all eight snake logos went dark at once. The comment feed started its final surge. Not typed words. The same template, repeated who knows how many times — "Seven years."

He towered over Drake in this form, but Drake didn’t flinch away from him. “If you can’t pull your head out of that little cunt, I’ll have to send someone else. Especially now that the dragons are involved. We are running out of time. If the flames merge, it will cause us a great deal of trouble.” Drake nodded his head. “It’s time for the demons to overthrow the dragons and claim our rightful place as the most powerful race known to the supernatural world.”

"You were dead." The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "A recurring inconvenience." The archive seals spun around him. Each seal held a name: forgotten gods, unpaid dead, broken vows, erased children, districts swallowed by the first apocalypse wave.

“Bases will eventually start fighting each other for resources, territory, weapons, and food. They’ll attack one another simply to dominate. Large organizations will create the illusion of safety, but in reality, many of them will crumble from within.” The soldiers subconsciously tightened their fists. Because deep down… They knew she was right. “The apocalypse isn’t a game of morality anymore,” Ivy added calmly. “It’s a game of survival.” The members lowered their heads in conflicted silence. Truthfully, many of them had already wished to serve under Ivy. Compared to the Dragon Base, life here felt far better. They had proper meals, cleaner living conditions, warmth, and most importantly… H