Black Dragon King Novels & Stories

Mom says venomously. “Exactly which Dragon King, Father?” Niko pushes. “The Silver Dragon, I’m presuming,” Lycus replies, the two are best friends and Lycus is also Niko’s Beta. “No. The Obsidian Dragon.” Dad’s words send a chill down my spine and Morwenna gasps. “What?” The Obsidian Dragon is the worst of their kind. Why would Dad invite him? “He is a monster who is said to eat the hearts of those he kills and drain their bodies of blood. Even his own kind, he spares no one.”

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.

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

Nobody knew the real identity of Leo if any of the people who knew the real identity of Leo would probably kill themself. He was the biggest protector of the dragon country who was respected as the war god of the country and the most famous title among his enemy was the dragon of the dragon country. He was only 26 years but his achievement on the battlefield can be regarded as legendary. The number of enemies killed by Leo in his 6 years military carrier can't be imagined by the common person. He was regarded as the devil by his enemies and an angel by his brothers in arms and solider. The last battle he fought was two years ago when millions of lives were destroyed 20 countries united army

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

"The sun of the empire, Calisto Bernieri, the first of his name, lord of all demons, ruler of the underworld, emperor of Bernieri, his son, the little sun of the empire, Loren Bernieri Angelov and the third in command of the royal guard, Abbadon, the demon of madness." It was announced and when the doors opened, we entered that warm and welcoming place. That dance was different from all the others and I could see the looks on Loren as soon as they realized. "Asra!" Loren practically screamed still in my lap and I had to put him down so he would go to her. Dress crimson, golden and long with embroidery that looked like scales. Dark mask with horns and this set made obvious his fantasy: Lleh,

The most precious thing was for her the title of Black Dragon’s queen, Black Dragon was a group that Master Hervey created, who happened to be David’s master. This man has only one disciple, DX, David Xiver. David once saved master Hervey’s life, and he gave the leader position to David, her brother, Derek, Aiden, Robert was David’s best friend. Black Dragon is not just a group. It’s a power, who could control the military, underworld, politics, business world, also science, with this title, people of all world had to bow down in front of her,

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

Then she looked up at us and patted the floor in invitation. Neither of us moved. She shrugged. “Very well. Be formal and uncomfortable.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Then her expression sharpened. “Everything was planned by Elias’s older brother.” The humor vanished from the room. “Darius.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. She continued. “He used the dragon form. Not as preference, but as identity. Power. Spectacle. He crowned himself King of the Dragons long before any crown formally touched his head.” Images flickered in the air above her as she spoke—memory answering truth. A man in gleaming scales, vast wings spread over kneeling crowds, fire in his throat and pride in

Edward spat out blood once more and wiped his mouth clean, “you really are a dragon.” Alaric smiled. “Oh, I have not introduced myself,” he placed his hand on his chest, an eerie smile hanging on his lips. “I am Alaric, the Dragon King.” Asher was getting up from the ground when he heard the introduction and froze on his way up. He glanced at his father and saw that Edward was shocked too. “I knew that name sounded familiar,” Vertimon said as he appeared with Idrissa, Beruka, and Maleeka, as well as a few of their guards. “Alaric, son of Vasilios and the current king of the dragon world.”