Black Dragons Mc Novels & Stories

"Mavric... they have your blood. They don't need Caelum anymore. They are creating an army of dragons." In the distance, police sirens wailed across London. A massive "Blackout" had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 124.

There, he caught sight of skeletal remains submerged in the water. Near the bones lay a segmented body covered in scales, exuding a chilling metallic sheen. It was unmistakably a powerful monster. "A Black Dragon," Chase murmured. Black Dragons, also known as flood dragons, were a hybrid born of dragons and water beasts. It was said that a Black Dragon's body was nearly indestructible—impenetrable by blades or weapons. "If I could capture a Black Dragon, it'd be a significant gain," Chase mused as his lips curled into a faint smile. A glimmer of greed flickered in his eyes.

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

He reached out and grabbed Aria's hand and walked inside, dragging her along. Mark let out a loud breath of relief. "Phew! That was close..." Kahlia made a strange rumbling noise as his jaw clenched. He glared at Mark as Mark happily walked up the steps and passed Trent. "You knew this would happen?" Kahlia growled out accusingly. Mark stopped and looked back. "Not quite...but you wolves aren't the only ones with dominant possessive alphas to deal with...and ours..." He indicated inside with his thumb over his shoulder. "Ours is a freaking dragon!"

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

Standing before me were three men who looked carved from midnight and storm. Seven feet of lethal grace. Shoulders that could block out the moon. Black hair dripping rain. Eyes burning—amber fire, molten gold, liquid silver. Muscles shifting beneath tight black shirts, tattoos writhing like living shadows across necks and arms. The Drakvolk brothers. Lycan Alpha and Dragon kings. Rulers of the most feared and powerful Pack in existence. What the hell were they doing in a place like this? And why did my body suddenly feel like it was on fire for them?

I knew immediately that it was one of the three dragons I hadn’t met and because of her scent, I knew it was the fire dragon. We’d all been told that there was only one possible way to save these dragons. If any of us identified them as a mate, we were to try and claim them as their riders were dying, giving them a new reason to live. We all know it’s not a foolproof plan. The only one who has done this before is Ancalagon, but it’s worth a try if it saves these dragons. I’d just turned to find her when the earth had dropped out from underneath me. I shifted and began scrambling along with the other wolves who had been patrolling this side of the Academy. As the trench opened up, I could fee

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

“She and a few others got mixed up with the dragons. Not the big guys, just some of the little ones, what do they call themselves? Amphithere. They’d been going to some sex club down in the city, and Sean said she had been getting into some pretty heavy stuff, experimenting with silver. Silver play, drugs laced with silver… I felt her death, Daniel, it was slow and painful.” Daniel had heard rumors of the dragon underground sex clubs. All dragons, no matter their kind, had a voracious appetite for lust, greed, and destruction. The clubs allegedly helped them channel that in safe, consensual ways, but there were always dark whispers about the full truth of that. He filed the information away