Black Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

Astonishment and rage showed on his face "Make way !! Make way!! " he immediately jumped inside the flowing ice lake and brought out the imperial egg, when he came out he was shivering from head to toe as he is a Gold dragon who can't frost nor near cold, he only risked his life to safe the imperial hatchling because the king will order the eradication of his whole family if anything happen to the imperial eggs

his advisors called out worried at his rashness. “My son should be coming through that region very soon with Markus, I have a feeling Ean knows, I cannot stand by and do nothing. Send a message to General Marcia to meet me there, she commands the sky army and would arrive quite quickly” he said before closing his eyes and calling out, “come Mhurl, my son could be in danger.” At these words a giant shadow fell over the area in front of the palace where the emperor was standing and a great red dragon landed onto the ground with a roar. The emperor climbed gracefully onto its back, seating himself into the gold saddle and with a flap of its massive wings it shot into the air and towards the bor

A faint sense of nobility circulated around him. It was a genuine aura of nobility, the kind of presence that seemed to reign over the world. If an ordinary person were to stand before him, they might not even dare to lift their gazes. The man was indeed the current emperor of the Dragon Dynasty—Emperor Fraener Drayke. Standing beside him was an old eunuch, and he looked at the emperor with a gaze full of concern. "Your Majesty, please don't stand here waiting. Be careful not to catch a cold."

“Forgive us, demon dragon, but shouldn’t this be enough to satisfy you? We have given everything and also the blood sacrifice of our brothers!" The demon dragon revealed its form, its scales were completely black, its eyes red, and its claws were also red. The aura of the demon dragon was also not low; at the very least, it was at the level of a fifth-rank emperor, which the underworld also approved of. The evil emperor felt guilty when he saw this. He did not expect that those people would summon a demon dragon from the underworld through a blood sacrifice. Even though he was also aware that the reason the blood dragon could appear was because the world had begun to connect with the upper r

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

Instead, Una stood confused as to why Irkal reacted that way. The door opened and the Emperor entered. Una looked at the man intently as he entered the room and the people in the room bowed down. The girl's who had helped her to dress, Irkal, and the two men bowed down to their faces and shouted in chorus. "Long life the Emperor, the blessings of the gods be on the kingdom of Slosalia," they said and they all stood up. "Leave us," Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Bladed energy's entire body was golden, carrying endless killing intent. A huge figure slowly appeared behind Star Sword Emperor. It was an unparalleled emperor. It wore a Dragon Shadow Divine Robe, and its eyes were full of emperor's power. It held a peerlessly sharp emperor sword in the hand.

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

"The input is too high! He’s going to burn out!" "Let him burn," the Emperor rasped from his exoskeleton, his black eyes fixed greedily on the Queen. "Look at her. She is waking up." The Queen’s head twitched. The slackness in her face tightened. The dead muscles were being galvanized by the raw dragon magic. She took a step forward, then another, the motion smoother, less mechanical. "It’s working," the Emperor whispered. "Apotheosis." On the table, Tristan began to convulse.