Black Star Dragon Novels & Stories

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

The heat there was intense, a steady, thrumming drumbeat. "I am the last Dragon," she whispered fiercely. "Do you know what my blood wants to do every time an Imperial soldier looks at me? It wants to turn them to ash. It wants to melt this entire continent into glass to avenge my mother. But I hold the leash." She leaned in, her forehead resting against his. "You have a leash too, Tristan. But right now, you’re so terrified of the dog, you’re letting it drag you. Tomorrow, we stop running from it. Tomorrow, we train."

Thunder rumbled, but the sound was distorted, almost sentient. On a vast open field stood a creature of pure nightmare. Shadow Scale. The massive dragon towered above them, its body covered in black scales that absorbed light. Each scale shimmered like shifting shadows, alive and breathing. Its eyes glowed a deep, hellish red—radiant, intelligent, and hungry. Its wings stretched across the field like a living eclipse, blotting out what little light dared to exist in the Demon Realm. Shadow Scale snorted, releasing a cloud of red mist that corroded the grass instantly.

He reclined his head and shoulders and started floating effortlessly on the surface, spread out like a starfish and unbothered by the gentle waves. “Dragonkist?” Aki echoed, searching inwardly. The word rang a bell but she couldn’t remember when and where she had first heard it. Temujin’s face grew dark. He remembered his vision / dream in the Sauna Lodge. “Dragonkist means ‘dragon king’ in Split Tongue,” Sasha explained, without looking at his friends. “There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals.

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.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

The endless army of Fiends stepped on the Starry Sky Platform and headed for the earth. The most terrifying thing was that in the center of the army, there was a huge demonic dragon with monstrous fierce flames. Its whole body was black, and its square table-sized scales were shining with black and cold luster. It had wings, a wide mouth, and fangs. Each of its fangs was at least one meter long. The fangs were like inverted sharp blades. They were crisscrossed and ferocious, and its eyes were scarlet, full of hostility. In addition, on the back of this vicious demonic dragon sat a young man who was about the same age as Flaming Qilin and the others. His face was handsome, looking harmless, b

It takes all of my self-control not to reach forward and steady him, but a drake must make his way into the world if he's going to prove what type of dragon he will be. As I send little notes of encouragement to my second newling, the oldest of this brood has already shed the last of her shell and is looking up at me with the biggest black eyes I've ever seen, like falling into pools of night. Her red scales and glowing white fin tell me that she's going to be a Starfire dragon, less fire, more star. "Welcome Bellatrix," I grin, holding out my hand for her to crawl onto. She crawls forward, placing her head on my hand as she rests and I marvel at the wonder of new life. She is a little mirac

Long Chen said to the black dragon in a tired voice. "Do it! But you must be completely ready!" replied the black dragon seriously to Long Chen. "Ready? I've been ready since earlier!" Long Chen quickly drew power from the star wheel and the Vermilion Bird appeared in front of him. When the two forms materialized, they were immediately pulled in by the black dragon. After that, the black dragon began to accelerate its suction power into Long Chen's sea of souls. In just half an hour, the vast sea of souls had completely dried up. Long Chen gradually appeared to become an illusion in front of the black dragon.