Black Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Lucian replied earnestly. "But... a dragon can't be mated to a Lycan," the emperor retorted. "Well, this dragon is, and I'm going to accept her, if she accepts me, of course." "Are you expecting her not to?" "I'm honestly not really sure. I don't know how she'll react to her childhood bully turning out to be her fated mate. All I can do is hope she gives me a chance to prove my worth." "Prove your worth?" The emperor scoffed. "You're a damn Dragon Lord, for crying out loud. She's just a Lycan; you don't have to give her a choice. She's your complement and, therefore, she belongs to you."

It wouldn't have been able to make a complete recovery either. All these impossibilities became reality with the Dragon Vein Secret Realm. "So what if you've recovered? This is my divine artifact's world. Even you must bow to me here. If you're wise, you'll accept me as your master now. Otherwise, you'll be suppressed again, never to escape!" The emperor regained his confidence, remembering they were inside the Eight-Span Mirror. "Accept you as my master? You're not worthy," the divine Black Turtle retorted. It simply extended a claw, slashing through the void.

Hound El-warthog Dragonia. Hence, the Northern Emperor directly held Hound accountable after the airship fired the cannon and killed the black-clothed guards. “I’m sorry, Emperor! It was a slip of my hand! “I’m willing to be punished!” The white-clothed young man’s figure appeared at the entrance of the control room. The Northern Emperor grimaced and glared at him twice. Eventually, he held back and pointed at the Benares Dragon, Neela, and the supporters around her as he said, “Aim more precisely. Kill everyone else except this dragon.”

The Emperor waved his hand and replied, “There will be twenty-eight countries from the borders launching an attack on the Southern Plains. This time, Ishkabar won’t be the only country participating in this war. There will be other countries too. Just be on standby. Three days later, armies from twenty-eight countries will launch an attack on the Southern Plains City.” “What?” Pablo Qadir was puzzled. “Commander, what’s the purpose of going through so much trouble?” The Emperor’s face darkened as he replied, “I want someone dead.” “The Black Dragon?” “Yes.” The Emperor did not deny it and said, “With him around, I’m unable to move an inch in Sol, and my plans can’t be executed smoothly. I ne

Makahi asked Mylan who seemed distracted. “Huh, um yes, I have sent a message to the sisters but I haven't heard from them yet I'm sure they will come before we leave. I’ve spoken with my grandson again and he told me The Dragon Emperor is trying to release his black dragons from our strong hold, but it is protected by The Dragon God rope, it's nearly impossible to break but since he has a weapon forged by my father, he can break the chains but it won't be easy. Right now the rope is holding steady, but he fears it won't last much longer. They are preparing the warriors and The Golden Dragons, while Lynx is trying to tame The Black Dragon brothers. Draden has mated with the female Black Drag

It was pure. “They dared to piss on our gates, then went home by laying our dogs on pure trash,” the Emperor whispered, his voice creeping slowly through the pores of every elder present. Not a cry of fury, but rather a promise of absolute death. "Alexander Sterling... you may be immune to banking sabotage, but let's see if your European fangs are immune to pure dragon blades." The Emperor stood up. His golden silk robe fluttered. For a hundred years, he never left his throne in Asia. But tonight, pure imperial prestige had been slapped right in his face!

The crowd was getting restless upon finding out, but their silence soon returned when Guinevere spoke through the microphone that was a crystal ball on a blue stick. "Ahem, greetings to my people and to everyone else in the world who is watching this. I know that this is a very sudden event that would normally take weeks to prepare for. However, we have made a desperate decision that this must take place as soon as possible. As we have announced, on this day, there is a new Dragon Emperor born. He is a descendant of the first Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Draco Blair, and also the grandson of the fourth Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Raisya Blair." Guinevere said.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.