Black Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

The throne room of the Dragon King was the largest enclosed space I had ever stood in. The ceiling was so high above me that the upper reaches were lost in shadow. The walls were black stone etched floor to ceiling with carvings battles, I realized as my eyes adjusted, rendered in extraordinary detail. Dragons in flight. Cities burning. Creatures of every kind bowing before a single massive figure at the center of each scene. The floor beneath my feet was polished obsidian, so smooth it reflected the dark torchlight like still water. My own reflection looked back up at me from below — small and pale and very alone in the middle of all that darkness.

A bitter smile touched her lips. “The Empire forgot what keeps them safe. When the first dragons appeared, it was our ancestors who bound them through the Bond and taught humanity how to live in balance. Then came the kings, the conquerors, the greed… and they forced us into the shadows. Kaelen doesn’t seek conquest. He simply waits for the world to kneel before the ancient order once again.” “And me? Why am I so important?” I asked as I scooped up a spoonful of the hot, bitter broth.

Achlys asked, his presence finally sinking into Elara's mind. Rumors have been swirling that the emperor is not an ordinary man, and the emperor they see in pictures and on the news is just a persona created by the real emperor to hide his true identity—because the real emperor is said to be a black dragon. "Your Majesty, the Alpha is still unconscious. We need your help," Elara said, seizing the opportunity. She knew she might be foolish for indulging in rumors about the emperor, but she had no other way to wake Damian.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

In his solitude, he created another version of himself: the Black Dragon Emperor. When the Black Dragon Emperor appeared, that was when all realms returned to peace. Of course, this was before the Blood God appeared, as the Blood God emerged alongside his two other companions. The two Dragon Emperors fought them in the void, ending in their victory and a draw against the Blood Emperor. They ran out of qi and were forced to seal the Blood God, hoping that once they recovered, they could kill him. But unfortunately, instead of being able to recover their qi, they were attacked by the very creature they had protected with the power

The kind of heavy that made lungs work harder. Thick pillars of blackened wood lined the hall, painted dragons curling upward like they were climbing toward something they would never reach. The dais was carved with precision but shrouded in shadow. The King sat in the center, inlaid screens behind him filtering the light until even the air felt dim. She looked around for Yeonho. He was nowhere. Just the King’s guard and a young lady along with the young guard whom she had followed in there. Each step forward dampened her palms—not with fear, but with the quiet certainty that she couldn’t trust the King. Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar fa

It wasn't a strike. It was a judgment. Kal turned toward the light, eyes wide, and for the first time since his return, he stepped back. “No! I am the God of Darkness! I cant be defeated just like this…” Liam grabbed Kal’s wrist mid-swing “You were never a god.” And Elena brought the sceptre down. A column of divine fire formed a shape of a dragon, golden white and endless, poured onto Kal with force. He screamed, his form unravelling, burning, breaking. Shadows poured from his mouth as he howled, not in rage now, but agony.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.