Black Dragon Born Novels & Stories

“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.

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would achieve Monsteriod King level in the future. Even to be a celesti

muttered Gerald. “You’re right about him easily killing you. Regardless, he simply keeps you alive so that he can continue using you. That aside, he’s no common demon either. He’s actually a dragon from Heaven Lake! He was born with immensely strong magic too, and after becoming a demon in the secular world, his black magic has only grown stronger. With all that said, if you were up against his true self, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that his sneeze could obliterate your primordial spirit!” replied Finnley with a slightly bitter laugh.

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

Its electric blue eyes seized me on the spot. I completely forgot about Veylor, enthralled by the dragon’s form. It was larger than any dragon I had ever read about. It was a creature I’d never imagined could be real. It seemed too immense for even a magical realm. It took me a heartbeat to understand: this dragon wasn’t born of flesh. It was born from him, from the current of his Core. This dragon would be alive as long as he was alive. Its light was blue, intense and pure, and it pulsed like a living being as it rose to meet the sun.

Drake said, pointing out the obvious. Shawn nodded his head. The black dragons are the oldest race of Dragons to be born. No one knows where they are right now, but Shawn understood that Drake knows them. "Sure, I will start the search immediately" Shawn agreed. Drake nodded with satisfaction. "Good, now that this is taken care of, I should go back. Like you just pointed out, I have some wedding preparations to go take care of" Drake winked, making Shawn laugh. "Sure man. I will inform you if we find him" Shawn promised.

Now Thatcher had was on his chest she had to move closer to Ryan to be comfortable. “Its like 1 in a trillion chances of one being born.” Chris gently spoke. He wasn’t ready to lose his head and knew if he woke either one of them then it was a quick trip to the grave. “So, they are really special?” Avalon spoke trying to understand it all. She was doing good just keeping up with what dragon elements there are. “You can say that.” Rosco sighed as he looked at Chris. “Its also said that ever spirit dragon born there is a prophecy that is attached to them. To each there own however.”

Chase's words once again shook the battlefield. Yohan and the Pope trembled. At this critical moment, the bronze coffin fully opened. The S-class dragon vein had awakened. A spectral divine dragon emerged from within, its presence overwhelming and majestic. The mighty dragon surged across the sky, and its roar shook the earth. The so-called dragon vein was beyond definition. It was born from Dasovia's ancient land, a condensation of heaven and earth's essence fused with the nation's destiny. Its energy was so immense that it had materialized into a pure energy form.

He was a blacked winged dragon that was born before anyone existed. Kur lived for countless centuries. He was the first-born dragon. He was the King of all the dragons. How can he act like a human at that moment? Kris noticed the reaction of his man from a far. She smirked and was determined to perform more intensely. She caressed her body while splashing water on it. Her undergarment was wet and her flower became transparent. Kur on the other side lost control and stood up. He came near to Kris and watched her naked body intently. His eyes were full of desires. He craved for her even more.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.