Black Dragon King Novels & Stories

Bai, you don't want blood to spew people! " Su Taohong looked around more and more people, the confidence in the heart also big up, after all, her this elder sister's bad reputation far-flung, on who also won't how believe her. "My blood spurns a person? Each neighbor fellow, as long as Su Taohong dares to drink this cup of water today, I su Yuebai disappears from now on, do you dare? " Su Yuebai takes the tea cup in the hands of two donkeys and hands it to Su Taohong. "Peach, it's all right. DRINK! " "drink up, peach, your sister's a bully! " See around the villagers are in good words to persuade Su Taohong, Su month white a helpless. Suyuebai Ah Suyuebai, what wicked things did you do bef

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

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.

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.”

I stand there for a moment, looking down at her. She looks so small in my bed. So fragile. But I know she is not fragile. I have seen her fight. I have seen her stand up to Kendal. I have seen her refuse to break. She is stronger than me. I walk to the window. Open it. Cold air rushes in. I need to think. I need to breathe. I need to remember who I am. I am Cassius Draven. The Dragon King. The most feared man in the kingdom.