Black Star Dragon Novels & Stories

After the swarm of bone phoenixes circled above the palace for a while, suddenly—without warning—a massive black-winged dragon, astonishing in size, teleported into their midst. I let out a low cry and nearly fell to the ground. Even Lolo rushed to my side, trembling all over. That black-winged dragon was about the same size as a golden-winged dragon, but its tail and wings were far larger—so large that the frequency with which it beat its wings was only about a third of that of the bone phoenixes. I could not see the rider on the black-winged dragon clearly. But judging from that head of black hair, and the formation of other Aesir gods surrounding him, it was most likely Xiu’en.

“If you need to leave me behind while sending someone to scout, I understand.” “Nah, little lady. Some of us will stay behind and recuperate, isn’t that right, Alexandre? And you can stay with us and rest. You need it.” The first man again. He slid off his six-horned dragon with practiced grace, and she observed the rider’s strange black tattoos that decorated his face. Curling, mystical—magic arrays? “I’m Benhad. It’s good to see competent new blood. We’ve been inundated with too many failures the last few decades. I heard you’re the one who’s set all the dragon eggs alight back in the Imperial City. All due to hatch before another year’s turn.”

Wings wider than stormfronts beat once, stirring the smoke into whirling tempests. The Black Dragon. Its scales a cloak of darkness, descended through the cloud of its own making. The heat rose off its flanks in quivering waves. Beneath its claws, the broken remnants of Eirenos steamed. The dragon tilted its horned head, exhaling a low growl that rippled through the charred landscape. “Done already?” its voice rumbled like thunder echoing through stone. “How dull.”

Zelia sigh as she called black dragon, "Hey Black Dragon, I command you to tell me what's going on now? You can hear my call whenever I call your name, right?" The Black Dragon's chuckles as he answer,"Yup. I only come out if you call myself so when I'm at my realm, I can't hear or see what's happening outside unless you will call myself, I could immediately come out. What you order, if what we obey even if we will eliminate, as long as that's your command. We won't dare to defy you." He said as the black dragon tattoo crawled up to Zelia's arm, since the black dragon is so huge, he minimize his side so that it won't look weird if someone might accidentally saw Zelia's tattoo.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

***** As Astrid and Phoenix found themselves enveloped in the warmth of the shower, the steamy tendrils of water swirled around them. Astrid's eyes traced a path down Phoenix's back, following the mesmerizing lines of a majestic black dragon tattoo that adorned his skin. The dragon's head was a focal point of the tattoo, its features fierce and noble. Eyes that seemed to follow Astrid's gaze held an otherworldly intelligence, while its sharp fangs hinted at the creature's primal nature. Its neck arched gracefully, giving it a regal posture that commanded attention. From the powerful shoulders down to the tapered tail, every contour of its form spoke of strength and resilience. The artist had

Rori looked around for Destiny and Andy, but she could no longer find them, looking around frantically she heard the blood-curdling roar again and as she rose to her feet, she heard the large glass wall behind her shatter as a magnificently dark red scales and wings came crashing through the wall. Rori shielded her eyes but screamed as soon as she felt a heavy weight grip her around the waist. As she moved her hands to fight the foreign assailant she heard the unmistakable rumble of Murdok’s voice. “Rori,” was the only word he spoke, and as Rori’s eyes traveled from the gigantic black and red scaled claw wrapped around her up the muscular appendage until she stopped at the most magnificent a

“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

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.