Black Dragon Born Novels & Stories

Cicero nodded, “That black dragon is the mount of that supreme warrior back then. Before he exhausted his luck and life span to lay the seal, he divided the black dragon into two, which were the dragon spirit and the dragon corpse. The dragon corpse was sealed in a chaotic enchantment, while the dragon spirit was transformed into the Fiery Lexicon. “When the great disaster in the future is approaching, the chosen one can use the magic books to become a God. The dragon spirit and dragon corpse will be combined into one. The dragon would pass the trial together with the chosen one, helping him to break through and become a new God.” Both Magus and Xavion were stunned at this point. The former

That statement received an immediate glare from him, rendering me to flinch out of my volition. “That was two thousand years ago. Are you being vengeful because I killed your race?” Not in a bit, because I am not a dragon since birth. And what? You’re a two-thousand-years-old old man? Is the MC of this novel getting into adultery of what? I know he isn’t the end goal, but what in the duck? I heaved a sigh and massaged my temple. “You seem to be forgetting that I am not a genuine dragon from birth-”

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

But the most interesting was how the first dragon came to be. My nursemaids had told me the story countless of times when I was still young and inexperienced with the world. Back then it was just another bedtime story I chalked up to theatrics and an old maid’s tale to try and bring about sleep for their little charges. Now I filled my time with reading about it. Somewhere in those pages there had to be someone like me. A half-breed. A bastard born. I couldn't recall how many times I had read through volume after volume of dragon history. World history. If there were any being like me, they must not have ever been mentioned. Dragons didn't sire children outside of their clans. To have done s

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,

I growl, arching a brow, “and hasn’t been since you, Atticus, were a man of barely one-hundred.” “As such,” he says, waving my comment away, “the practice, and the ritual sacrifices of maidens from ancient Vaeloria and Hexeton that were common during those times, produced… strange offspring. Dragons, yes. There were very little differences between a dragon born to full-blooded dragon parents and those born to, let's say, a human mother. Maybe a slight weakness in the body, a delay in development or the emergence of their dragon forms–” “Get to the point,” I insist.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I’m not surprised that she’s pregnant. “But she’s a hybrid, how is she stronger than you?” Merellien growls at me. “I was created in a laboratory from the DNA of Tana, the fire dragon. Kenna was BORN from the fire dragon. Not only that, but her father is the last Lycan in existence. She not only has the power of a dragon, but she also carries the aura of an Alpha of Alphas. Kenzo is right. She is arguably the third strongest dragon alive today. The only other possible exception is Avani, the earth dragon. But he is no longer Alpha now that Ancalagon has taken over,” I tell him.

"I'm sorry my presence brought danger to your door and I'm sorry you had to find out this way." "Who are you exactly?" Daniel asked while his eyes tracked the fading scales on my arms. "You're not just a wolf like Alex." "I'm half dragon," I admitted. "My mother was a dragon princess and my father was a werewolf, which makes me something that probably shouldn't exist." "And the grave Alex mentioned," Ryan said while pieces clearly clicking together in his mind. "The one he wanted to show you, was that your father?" "Yes," I confirmed while gratitude flooded through me that at least one of Alex's brothers was smart enough to connect dots without requiring lengthy explanations.