Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling Novels & Stories

After returning back after an hour, he found the Drake Hamilton, the most powerful and the richest Dragons alive, standing in front of his house with what smells like a coffee cup in his hand. He seems to be enjoying his morning coffee. "Mr Hamilton" Sean greeted the dragon respectfully. In the Dragon world, the orange dragons are considered as the royalty. the green dragons are most like their advisers and ministers. The red dragons are like soldiers. Sean knows the difference in their statures. So he greeted the dragon respectfully. Drake noticed the green dragon returning back from his work. "Sean" he greeted him as well. Sean walked towards Drake with slow measured steps. "I found a dead

NAME: Yellow Eyed Winged Serpent AGE: 600,000 HEALTH POINTS: 100,000,000/100,000,000 RACE: Dragonkin BLOODLINE: Mutated Serpent BLOODLINE RANK: Level 13 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 91.25) POWER LEVEL: 700,250,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Battle Beast SPECIALTY: Cunning; Agility GLOWS: Fire Breath; Phantom Claws; Full Armor; Petrification; Surge BREATH: Whipped Winds; Fire Storm

“…At the end of whatever you wanted to say, I hope.” “Impudent girl. Fine. This is what you need to know. Tet controls the Dragon King, which means all dragonkind is ultimately obedient to him if he wishes it, should they be overtaken by that power. But he wants more. Needs more. He’s going to capture the other gods, and when he does, he’ll be sure to perform his dark rites on them to take their power. If he does that, if all that power exists in one form, under one man—”

“Let them feel it. The war has already begun. I plan to marry Irmak and, through her, control the throne of FeWard. Her father, the king, is being slowly poisoned by your hand, Malachar. When he dies, I will be the regent. And if Irmak resists… well, a pyre cleanses a witch’s reputation very well.” General Draven slammed his fist on the table, more restrained than his lord. “My lord, the twin dragons are not mere monsters. Ancient reports say they are the sons of one of the Great Ancestral Dragons. If we provoke them openly, we may be bringing destruction upon the entire kingdom.” Vortigern turned to him with contempt. “Then we will destroy them first. Malachar, you said you have a plan.” Th

I can’t risk him seeing. Aurora whimpers. “You’re trusting her? Really?” Elias puts the phone back in his pocket. “Yes.” The blood keeps spreading. It looks darker now. Aurora’s breathing turns wet and small. She looks smaller than I ever see her. All the anger, all the control gone. Only pain remains. She turns her head toward me. Her eyes look glassy. “You’ll regret this,” she whispers. I shake my head slowly. “No,” I say quietly. “I won’t.”

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

Now, I just needed to find someone to claim, then I could fuck them and take my title as Tarak of my thrall. We didn’t have to love each other. Hell, we didn’t have to even like each other. Once she was claimed and I was in my seat as leader, I would make sure that she knew she was free to do as she pleased. I wouldn’t make her stay. I would find a way to break that bond that we would share. Then I could rule the thrall on my own, not weakened by being tied to another. My dragon snarled in my head at the thought of me taking a mate and rejecting them. He was like any other beast, ready to settle down with a mate. Even though I hadn’t taken a mate, he didn’t like the idea of breaking that bon

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

added White-Eyed Ivory Dragon. “Sure.” Tyr nodded. “But, you’ll have to wait until I’m ready to have Regal Palace settle into the Celestial Empire before you come. Wolf’s Den should be the new Nemesis by then.” As he spoke, Tyr laid a hand on Clifford’s shoulder. “You should also overcome the hurdle that is Dark Shura. Don’t forget that you still have a large group of brothers around you who have your back.” “I understand,” said Clifford, taking a puff of his cigarette.