Black Dragon Second Life Novels & Stories

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Then, I watch as the ashes begin to regrow and reform, coming to life again. As I pulled his life force into the egg, I saw how tragic his life had been. This poor little dragon had suffered so much, suffered in so many ways that he deserved to have a new life, to start over. I don’t remember resurrecting a dragon in my past lives. In times of war and battle, many dragons died, and many gave their lives for their riders. But most of their riders also died when their dragons did. So, I never felt the need to bring them back. But this time, this little dragon needed to be disconnected from everything in his past. Everything that had caused him pain I pulled from his life and his mind. He will

So who made the second seat? "Oh! Well.. I'm not sure. But Phoenixs knows two kings in our world. One is the real king who died after he killed the black dragon that invaded our world." I flinches when I heard that. Black dragon? If I remember correctly, that was the creature I fought before I took my own life. "And the other one?" I asked curiously. I also gulped while waiting for her answer. "The other one, was the one who sacrificed his life to save the real king."

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a towering, omnipotent being known as the Celestial Architect, with skin that shimmered like the stars and wings that seemed to be crafted from the very fabric of reality. "Welcome, Dynaris," the Celestial Architect said, its voice like the music of the spheres. "I have been waiting for you. I am the guardian of the ancient dragon throne, and the keeper of the secrets of the universe." The Celestial Architect regarded us with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head. "You have passed the trials and proven your worth. Now, you must face the final challenge: to claim the throne and unlock its secrets." With that, the Celestial Architect stepped

he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this. “Mmm,” she said, her blue green eyes sparkling, for despite her reservations, she gave in. Drago kissed her again, but this one was anything but soft, instead it was full of lustful passion. As his warm hands caressed her sides, he deepened their kiss, and soon, his tongue was entangled with hers, coming together in a sensual,demanding dance. “You are so beautiful, mate of mine,” he growled in a deep voice, that Madchen thought was his possessive dragon. Possessive...Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat.

One was a rather large phoenix, and the other was a red drake. 'All three of them are from the first seven, but I hadn't realized that he had come back yet. The black dragon's name is Bane, and he's been my mate in every single lifetime. Normally, I can feel it when he decides on a human and can choose one for myself so we can be together, but this time was different.' That made me pause as the huge black dragon in question leaned over, stretching his neck out over almost half the crowd in front of me, causing most of them to cower where they stood. He looked directly at me, seeming to stare straight through me, before his eyes landed on Nova and seemed to soften slightly as she let out some

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.