Black Dragon Second Life Novels & Stories

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

Now that he had the opportunity to do so, he must take a closer look at its effects. "You don’t carry the aura of a Dark Race. However, you seem to be carrying something else other than your human aura. "Moreover, you have the ability to control four Rank 6 Zombies. It puzzles me greatly," the Black Dragon said, staring at Lucas. The Apocalyptic World had been around for a century now. The Black Dragon was also a Dark Race, but it had settled at the Black Dragon Pond to cultivate.

Just a lizard with wings. Recently, there have been many mixes of species along with the lands. Sirens to faes, Elves to wolves, the list goes on. A true mate knows no species; the goddess Selene does not discriminate. In fact, my half-brother was the first dragon to accept a mate of another species. Amora was a kind fae; her family lived at the bottom of the Dragon Shifter's mountain and often visited to play with both of us. Adam swore to me that she should have been born a dragon, his love for her as children made me realize he could be the mate he had always wanted.

"Lord Vorgath, the little ones are breaking through!" In the padded chest, the three dragon eggs trembled slightly. Soon, cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces as I watched with awe and expectancy. These were Draken's hatchlings… our hatchlings! With a sudden burst of light, three hatchlings burst forth from their shells. Purple-gold rays streaked through the sky, and celestial clouds scattered across the heavens. Birds soared and cried out in unison above the dragonlands. "By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!"

I kept staring, lost for words and in bewilderment as her words replayed in my mind all over again. "That's more than enough to take to your grave, even if it isn't up to half of the games I've played with your life, sweetie. It was fun toying with your life and tormenting you straight to your death. Goodbye, little friend. Let's meet in the next life as masters and servants. If this was boring to you, maybe you'll be spared then." The tears I thought had dried began streaming down my burning face in sad flows. I wanted to scream in hurt, anger, and betrayal, but I couldn't. I felt darkness creeping into my vision as my body slowly lost every form of life. I felt my body separate from my sou

Raya’s eyes go wide before looking at my mother in panic. “Okay so Lily.. I understand now that you might have found out who we are.. what we are,” my mother begins to say, pausing as she tries to find the right words to say to me. “And I just want to tell you I did the best I could, leaving your father to be the best mom I could, and to raise you the right way. I am not sorry for it, however I guess you did have the right to know who and what you are, yes Lily you are a witch and dragon. You weren’t supposed to have a dragon you know.. female dragons are a dying species and the dragons magic is dying, male dragons are getting angry because they cannot produce anymore female dragons. They ar

The wind at the summit of the Obsidian Hatchery didn’t just howl; it screamed with the frequency of a dying world. High above the fortress, where the air was thin enough to taste of stars and ancient frost, the Great Drakes of the Obsidian Peak stirred in their stone nests. These were not the dragons of myth, but primordial, fur-clad behemoths—half-wolf, half-serpent, with wings of leathery shadow that spanned thirty feet. They were the "Shadow-Stalkers," beasts that had served the High Alphas since the First Dawn, and they only answered to the resonance of a Hallowed Command.

I ask softly. His throat tightens. “I believe survival sometimes requires compromise.” My laughter echoes faintly against the cavern walls. “Compromise.” The word tastes bitter. “Compromise is what created the Madrigals.” “And they kept the realms alive,” he argues. “They weakened them.” The younger dragon’s jaw tightens. “And if you’re wrong?” I stop pacing and look around the cavern at the faces gathered there. Thirty dragons. Thirty believers in a world that once existed. Or might again.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

I glanced at the skinny,skin-and-bones little red dragon in the corner and said firmly,"I want him." The moment I said that,the Grand Druid and the beastmen froze. The Naga at my feet shifted into his half-human form,frustrated tears falling from his eyes."You'd rather take a dying little lizard than me?" Chloe and Bjorn looked stunned as well. The Grand Druid stepped forward to warn me."Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely."