Black Dragon Breath Weapon Novels & Stories

'' "Ok, but that still doesn't answer the type of dragon we are. Do you breathe fire? Or maybe you can control water.'' There was a laughing sound. ''You will find out when we bond, but just know that we are a force to be reckoned with.'' ''I wish you could explain more to me.'' ''Like what?'' ''Our parents.'' ''Nightwing was and still is the greatest dragon there is. There is yet to be any dragon to defeat him. Many have tried but failed. He is a cunning one, with his abilities to breathe fire, disappear in dark shadows, read minds and tell the future.'' Catori gasped, knowing that she had at least one of those abilities.

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo

he tells me. "That's amazing, I never knew such things existed. So not only are they magical, they are knowledgeable as well!" I beam. "Depending on the age of the spirit who chose your weapon they can be quite knowledgeable. We're talking about weapons that have their own personality. They are very powerful. The longer one owns their vessel weapon the more powerful it becomes," he explains. "And you're telling me you want to make Ellie's sword a vessel weapon?" I confirm. "That's what I said, didn't I? It's been a while since I've gotten a chance to make a sword that can withstand the full might of a dragon," he cheers.

If he wanted to save Elizabeth, kill the Draco, and survive, then he needed to be absolutely focused. No mistakes. Not this time. David gripped the active and sleeping psion stones. He looked at the Draco and observed its body. The Draco slayer was deeply impaled on the Draco’s chest. The dagger was stuck on a lower part of the Draco’s body. Both weapons were far from David’s reach. But, he still had two weapons in his remaining hand. The powerful psion stone. When the log told David that the Draco’s ability to breathe fire was due to its soul evolving, David’s mind turned to the psion stones.

A black scaled dragon. When I went to get the Lifewater, I made sure I had a skill that could cloak my presence. An assassin skill called [Stealth] that I had ranked it up to B rank and made my way up the mountain. That was how I had gotten the herbs. I could fight my way up. The wyverns and beasts were level sixty and up. The black Dragon's level was immeasurable. It could kill me with just a blink of its eyelash. This world was very harsh. It didn't have a lot of dark magic and cults. But it did have some meaty beasts.

a dragon. I shook my head, wanting to be wrong, but the winged-creature rose from the small flames. My breathing released in pants and the beating of my heart skyrocketed; thumping against my chest, ready to break free, by one way or another. Sweat broke through my forehead as I saw the creature get pulled back into the fire by a flaming rope. Arrows shot from every direction before, hitting the dragon at its very flesh and heart. A strangled gasp left my lips as the creature was shot down. Ashes of black smoke left its mouth... its last breath.

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

“Let the memory of her pleas be the last good thing you experience in life.” And then he shifted. The crack of bone, the ripple of flesh—his dragon form erupted from within, wings stretching wide enough to cast the entire chamber into shadow. Scales shimmered with molten gold and iron, his eyes burning twin suns of wrath. And then he descended. Not in rage. Not in blind fury. But with purpose. Precision. Fire claimed the first of them—searing, consuming, leaving nothing but bones blackened in the blink of an eye. The next tried to flee. He leapt, but Rhazien’s jaws met him mid-air. A crunch, a spray of blood, and silence.

He wanted to come out and tear the witches head off just for telling us that. “HOW DO I STOP THIS?!” I growled out at her. “Calm down handsome, we still have a chance of defeating him. We can’t let Hades be released from hell. So, it is critical to move fast. Unfortunately, your journey has just begun.” I looked at her. “TELL ME!” I screamed the words out. I am growing impatient with her. Kai shifted away from me in his chair. “There is a weapon that was created by the dragons. It is a dagger, so I am told. You will need to travel to the dragon kingdom and retrieve the weapon. It has to be used to cut the stone out of Thane's chest.”

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.