Black Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

The carriage followed him like a shadow, so it had also become Ding Chunqiu's symbol. Every time people saw a dazzling golden light flash in the sky, they knew that the famous Sect Leader Ding of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had arrived. Correspondingly, as the lord of a region, the God Emperor of the Eastern Continent also had his own ride. God Emperor Hua Mojian's show of extravagance wasn't about his carriage but his huge dragon. A thousand years ago, God Emperor Hua Mojian had personally conquered the easternmost continent and tamed an evil dragon. The evil dragon's entire body was crimson, and it could summon rain and clouds, fly with incredible speed, and fly through the sea. It was

They would not exist if it was up to me, but mother always had a soft spot for them… And now, we are here. I needed a competent assistant, somebody who knew what they were doing. Seer however insisted that this time, it has to be a human, in fact this particular human.. So here I am, me, Kal, First Dragon KIng, waiting for a puny human to grace me with her presence... My patience was wearing thin.. I sense Valor before I see him.. “Mr. Locke”, he said emotionlessly, in cold voice I have grown accustomed to over centuries. “Your 11:00 interview is here”

Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

“Look if that were the case, I would go find the dragons and say, this isn’t the sorceress you’re looking for.” Bryan smiles, “You are fighting against an evil emperor.” I pause for a moment and think, “Is the Dragon King evil? You never talk about him, no one does. I heard he got rid of the hunters and most of the vampires. Doesn’t that make him good?” Bryan shrugs, “He killed a lot of my friends. Have you forgotten that they killed your family?”

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

His heart couldn’t help but pound furiously. “What the hell are you thinking?” When Green Dragon noticed Tyr's strange demeanor, he gave him a light punch. “War Emperor is extremely healthy,” he chastised. “He won't be as short-lived as Druce!” “F*ck, you’re a straightforward one, aren’t you?” Tyr’s facial muscles twitched lightly. Meanwhile, Green Dragon took out the unfinished cigar and lit it. He said, “Well, here is our stop. You can go there by yourself.” After that, Green Dragon and Black Turtle left the place together.

, Roger stated, reading off a scroll. Gasps were heard as he spoke. “The magic was traced to Darron Kaedmen, The previous Emperor. Thus the Royal family will be imprisoned until the truth is uncovered. The Emperor will decide their punishment!” “No!” Dwayne stood up, brows harshly arched as he murderously glared at Alastair. Alexis decided to move in front of Alastair, in an attempt to protect him, but he held her back with a soft smile as he descended the steps from his throne. David Crotina followed behind him, along with Adam and Duke Jewel.

And as its head emerged from the chasm Every dragon present dropped to their knees. The First King bowed so low that its forehead touched the earth. Rhazion did the same. The dead Dragon Kings bowed. The living dragons bowed. Thousands upon thousands of dragons. All at once. Verath remained standing only because he was too stunned to move. Elara stared. The being that emerged was a dragon. But no dragon she had ever imagined. Its scales were black not the black of night, but of the endless space between stars.

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.

Her hieroglyphs flared suddenly, reacting to something unseen. Then came the roar. A scream of wings, a sound that split the heavens apart. From the horizon, black shapes blotted out the stars. Dragons, but wrong, corrupted. Their scales glistened with oily darkness, and their eyes burned with demonic flame. Demon dragons. The night ignited. Fire rained upon the golden towers and the air filled with the scent of blood and burning myrrh. Merenrys burst into the inner court, shouting commands, her voice slicing through chaos. “Form the lines! Protect the civilians! Call the High Flame!”