Novel & Cerita Black Dragon Knight

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

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

He summoned his loyal bodyguard whom he had never shown to anyone. "Karura! Finish that three-headed dragon!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka shouted. Karura; the Garuda descendant warrior devoted to the old hermit; Ki Janggan Nayantaka. He flapped his white wings. His body was upright like a human. But his whole body was covered with white feathers. He wore silver armor that was the heirloom of Lord Vishnu. Karura carried a silver sword in his left hand and a silver shield in his right. "I will definitely slash the throats of all dragons!" Karura swung his sword.

She was not concerned with being overheard – the hallway was empty of traffic, and Delwyn was a Priestess. “This grows even more interesting,” Delwyn observed. Samuel straightened, and crossed to the door, a small frown pulling his eyebrows. “One of the mother’s bloodline,” he said to Ember. “Though not an Emissary.” “They are dragons,” Meguitte said quietly. “Guardians of a sort over the gods bloodlines.” “Welcome dragon,” Delwyn replied to Samuel. “A pair of dragons, to be precise. I am a dead end of the mother’s line,” she added. “I will never bear a child.”

Drykator watched Drago fire the bolt, it sank deep into the dragon’s scales and Drago was gone. Drykator turned to Dontain “Are you coming?” he asked, Dontain shook his head “This isn’t my fight, I’ve won my war and survived to tell the tale, this is where I leave you Drykator. Good luck” Drykator smiled and shook his hand, may you live in peace for the rest of your days” Dontain mounted his horse and galloped away.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Yeah, I remembered something. *Flashback* Black Dragon. Number one agent of Dark Knight. JD. Get along well. The newcomer. The DJ. The patissier. Everything happened so fast. I can’t barely remember every detail of it. All I know is that, someone superior than me arrived. I know I shouldn’t be feeling this now but I can’t stop myself. I’m just human.

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.