Black Dragon King Novels & Stories

the werewolf shifted from one foot to the other, trying not to fall from more and more fettering weakness. “You use your powers, but you don’t replenish them in any way, you kill yourself. Yarsi involuntarily grinned, showing inhumanly long fangs. “Dragons draw energy from outside,” he said calmly, his eyes icy. - From what is nearby and from those who are nearby. It's very easy, Erto. I don't need to learn it, it's in my blood. But I am not only a dragon, I am the king of Reeta. The king of the world created by the demon.

This sounded impossible, if Drogo hadn't told me this herself, I wouldn't have believed it. The case of the Demon lord still gave me sleepless nights, I had to find a solution to it. " Drogo, my father spoke about the demon lord form. He has been reborn and he would take in form in a decade. Do you have any idea how we can stop this from happening?" I asked. " If the King of the Dragons has no idea about how he can be stopped, who am I to Know?" My dragon said, sounding depressed. This was the fact, that the king of the dragons had no idea how the demon lord could be stopped, he had already been reborn.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a towering, omnipotent being known as the Celestial Architect, with skin that shimmered like the stars and wings that seemed to be crafted from the very fabric of reality. "Welcome, Dynaris," the Celestial Architect said, its voice like the music of the spheres. "I have been waiting for you. I am the guardian of the ancient dragon throne, and the keeper of the secrets of the universe." The Celestial Architect regarded us with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head. "You have passed the trials and proven your worth. Now, you must face the final challenge: to claim the throne and unlock its secrets." With that, the Celestial Architect stepped

It was quiet and it created a safe space for her outside of the chaotic world. “Hmmm, do you know what number you are in the dragon kings history?” she asked. Drake paused a bit before answering, “I do actually, it would interest you to know that I am the 100th dragon king. I was crowned after the first dragon king; King Drake the 10th of Faulkner” “Wow! So only 10 kings have been crowded after Faulkner, why is that?” she asked, bursting with curiosity now, the stress of the musical play pushed to the back of her mind.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

Also even when he saw Draco for first time in his royal conference, he knew instantly that Draco was dragon, because of which he trapped Draco and us to lead to his chamber, from where he then successfully capture Draco, Jamerian Borg was planning on using Draco dragon power to improve his living year, however his motive was destroyed by us. King Jamerian Borg and all rulers after him were considered as good King, however only his son and now we know how ruthless and evil person he was; who didn’t even spared his own children in front of his greed to live forever. I felt nothing but disgust after concluding this truth about late king however my body and mind was already to sour to express my

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

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