Black Dragon Second Life Novels & Stories

Zelia and Valerian nodded their head as they were listening closely as the Black Dragon starts talking. "3000 years ago, all dragons has lived in the whole clan. There are a lot of dragons in different clan's and we are living happily, but one thing change when humans starts living here, the human's population got bigger and plenty. They start owning each territories, by dividing it into five clans. When the human found out about our kind, they start hunting us, using our kinds as a tool for the war. Then one human said that if they take the core of the dragon, they will be immortal and strong. They started killing us, taking our core. Our core is the center of our lives, so meaning if they

Draekon, the cold and eldest one amongst the brothers remained silent, towering like an angry god while maids worked around him, fastening his ceremonial robe. “Are you really sure you want this, Draekon?” Zayn asked, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time. After losing his mate seven years ago, Draekon had also lost a huge part of himself. As a DragonBorn-WereWolf hybrid, the idea of having a second chance mate was almost impossible. Most DragonBorns were fated to only one soulbound in a lifetime. So he really didn’t see the harm in his decision. "Veylor." The royal Gamma entered.

Shawn greeted Drake with a grin. Drake laughed at his words. "Yaa, I have this one last thing to take care of before concentrating on my wedding" Drake confessed. Shawn looked at him expectantly. "What is it?" he asked. "There is this red dragon named Cameron Diaz in the human world. I want you to inform all the green Dragons to search for him as soon as possible. This is impossible. He is a criminal. He offended the mate of a black dragon. I am sure you would know that there are black dragons as well" Drake said, pointing out the obvious.

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

“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.

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.