Black Dragon Knight Novels & Stories

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

She remained silent and steady as the man was being seated and the two advisers were preparing his plate. “Call us if you need anything sire,” the old man stated as he lowered his head in front of his liege. The prince just waved the man off before returning his gaze at her. The whole group then proceed to move to the far ends of the room. Karilaya held her gasped when all of a sudden the Black Knight removed his helmet in front of him. She was both fascinated and surprised to see the mans’ full face. Though being very much human the Black Knight was still a part dragon, showing his dark scale-like skin and his magnificent reddish serpentine eyes, she could not stop herself from getting mesm

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

The lock rips from the frame with a screech of tearing metal. Mick stumbles back, distracted. The door flies open, crashing against the wall. A shadow fills the frame. Massive. Terrifying. Drakon. He doesn't look like a man. He looks like a natural disaster wrapped in black leather. He doesn't speak. He doesn't pause to assess. He crosses the room in two strides, a blur of violence. Mick barely has time to raise his hands. Drakon’s fist connects with Mick’s jaw. The sound is wet and heavy—meat hitting meat. Blood sprays across my cheap wallpaper.

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin

Best reassured me. Thinking of my kids, getting ready to meet them again for dinner, I was daydreaming of our future, our family, trying to stay positive. Emma was almost completely healed, and I had prepared the apartment for them in the same building as one of mine. It was our safest building, and for a good reason. Not only was it protected by impenetrable enchantments, but the basement also housed some of my most fierce and strongest dragons, my current personal elite dragon guard, highly trained and highly capable. Only Valor and Wong knew about the Dragon Knights, and now, I would need them more than ever!

Descending slowly through the rift came something absolutely enormous, alive, and terrifyingly ancient. It was a dragon. Its massive body was covered in thick, interlocking scales that absorbed the light like obsidian. Its eyes glowed a predatory, intelligent silver, and massive, glowing containment chains were wrapped tightly around its thick neck, anchoring it to Nyx’s command. The beast unleashed a deafening, sonic roar that shook the very foundation of Blackthorn Kingdom, rattling the glass out of every remaining palace window. Kael stared blankly up at the sky, his mouth hanging slightly open. "...Are you kidding me? We have dragons now? Since when do we fight dragons?"

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.

The Shadow Knight pressed his advantage. "The forgotten surrendered identity to escape pain. I maintain identity precisely because of pain. The Council's crimes have names. Their victims had names. Justice requires this specificity." He reached into his essence where the Soulstone resided, drawing forth power that responded to his focused will. Shadows coalesced around him, hardening into armour that protected not merely transformed flesh but the core of identity itself. "I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort."