Black Dragon Breath Weapon Novels & Stories

Liam replied casually, "I bought them quite a while back in case we needed them." When it was lunchtime, he personally brought me a rich bowl of soup. It was slightly sweet and easy to consume. I tasted it. "What soup is this?" He replied calmly, "It's boiled with trout and Night Flame Leaves. It's used to replenish a pregnant mother's energy." I was taken aback. "The Black Dragons have always been suppressed and have been leading an impoverished life. Where did you get the money to buy something so precious?" Liam gave me an amused glance. "Where did you hear that from? The Black Dragons have always been good businesspeople, but we're not fans of showing our riches. We use the money to upgr

The Draconic Cobra King was much bigger and stronger than the Red Dragon Snake, with Mature Draconic Cobra Kings being well over one hundred meters long. The blade Xasha and Xara made was from one of its 10ft long fangs, that they then cut in half. The teeth weren't the strongest alloy on the cobra's body, but Xasha chose it because it was like the Murder Hornet's stinger. Holes in it were a tiny being about the point of an unsharpened pencil. They were three holes in total and like the hornet's stinger it prevents mana leakage and it was completely flame resistant.

I fall to the floor when he shifts to his human form. "Boy, you cannot stop me. I will have the silver dragon's egg, it is mine by right." I pull my legs beneath me and inhale a large amount of air. I let everything go and the flame I knew I possessed shoots from my mouth. Drakon's roar hurts my ears but not enough that I don't hear his words. "You are dead, boy."

It seemed to have caught on after a while as a few other dragons like mine had been named similarly. I loved my dragon. She was a beautiful black dragon with a white skull marking and had gorgeous star like spots all over her in various colors. There were bright and dark blue, violet, red and green. Her wings were huge and hide webbed, connected by various bones in her shoulder joints. Her tail was silver tipped and looked frayed but it really wasn't. Her horns were curved backwards into a loop, the tips pointing forward. They were spotted with faint red spots, almost making her look bloody. I thought it was kind of funny myself. As for her powers, she could communicate with all dragon breed

She is completely right, these f*ckers all need a lesson. The dragon stretches his wings and roars so loudly, the wind is shooshing around us. We don’t make the first move, we almost never do. Not just because it’s dumb, but also because we only retort to violence if we are left no choice. Or if they push us too far. So, we just stand and wait for the dragon to move. We haven’t fought any dragons ever. Hell, we haven’t ever even seen one! So it’s better to watch and see what happens. It opens his mouth and shoots a ray of fire - also called dragon’s breath - which will incinerate everything in its path. We quickly dodge the fire, but the dragon turns its mouth, the fire remains hot on our ta

He finally gripped the handle and wrenched the blade free with a wet, sickening slide. He stared at the steel. It wasn't standard steel iron that was forged by the ironsmith. The metal shimmered with a restless, oily light—forged in the heart of a dragon’s breath. It wasn't a weapon meant to end a life; it was a pipe meant to suck anything from anyone. "Elena..." his voice was a ragged shadow of itself. "What is this? The device... it’s not stopping."

He sighs, running a hand down his face as if he's disappointed, I've missed something. "Swords are fine weapons, but slashing weapons are not as good as piercing weapons against a dragon. Fighting dragons can be a difficult task not only are we physically strong, but every dragon can use an element type. Some dragons even possess a magical affinity. On top of those other abilities, dragons can use their natural dominance to force weaker beings into submission. You are still new in terms of combat skills, and you will need a good weapon to be able to hold your own,” he explains. Begrudgingly, I nod my head in agreement with his words.

She kneels before me and gazes unwaveringly. “That’s precisely what I voiced. Drakons can breathe fire and fly, but we cannot regenerate. There is no point in doing so when only God-made weapons can pierce our skin.” You don’t need to heal if you can’t get hurt. “What happens if a Drakon gives away their essence?” Interesting. Is she aware she carries part of my powers?

A deep, guttural roar tore out of my throat, vibrating through the stone foundations of the high tower. My spine lengthened with a violent crack. Colossal, midnight-black wings ripped outward from the shadows of my back, expanding forty feet into the freezing gale. Pure black dragon fire erupted along the edges of my dark scales, blazing with a golden inferno that melted the thick ice off the battlements in a single second. Stone boiled and hissed beneath the soles of my steel boots. Selene dropped to one knee, raising her armored forearm to shield her eyes from the blinding, suffocating blast of dragon heat.

“Of what sort?” “Black waters,” Adrien replied. “It’s a Draconian ritual.” “And what does it do?” his old friend asked him. By this time, Adrien had made his way to the ground beside the ambassador’s horse and walked alongside him, conveying the message with a zealous fervor. “The water is filled with dragon’s breath,” he told him. “Listen and you’ll hear it screaming. They mean to summon the ancient beast and raise up warriors from the earth.” ‘What? Hear it?’