Corruption Dragon Novels & Stories

I was able to ignore him after a little while and learn something about this place. Apparently, we all have inner dragons, it’s not a second consciousness but another side of us that exists even in our human forms. The side that feels the instincts and desires of a dragon. I thought about the instincts and desires the professor listed and realized I felt my inner dragons a lot. I felt her every time I road on someone’s back. I had instincts to jump off and fly myself because that’s that my inner dragon wanted. Our heighten senses in our human forms also comes from our inner dragon. I could never have learned things like this in the human realm. He didn’t say too much more about it since it s

Master Haslewood said in annoyance. "Oh, I know. I can buy it from them at its market price! Leon said causally as money was not an issue for him. "What good is money for us? The Dragon Corps have their own set of rules and if you want something from them, you will need to exchange it with contribution points!" Master Haslewood scoffed. The Dragon Corps was a national organization with the support of the government, so they were never in need of money.

Easton continued, “They were powerful. Corrupting. And nearly impossible to kill. It took every magical race working together to push them out of this realm and seal them in the Underworld.” Freya’s mother stepped forward. “But something has changed. Something has weakened the boundaries between realms.” Easton nodded and switched the image to a picture of the dead dragon we had found. The room gasped. “This dragon belonged to an ancient bloodline,” he said, voice steady. “It was hidden in the mountains, alive and safe for centuries. Until recently.” He pointed at the dark patches on the dragon’s skin. “This is demon corruption. Something drained the life out of it.”

The two clashed in a flurry of steel and sparks, and I watched in awe as they fought fiercely against one another. For a while, it seemed as though Dominik might be winning, but then Cora suddenly transformed, her body growing larger as she laughed loudly. She morphed into a dark dragon, the most evil entity I had ever seen. The sight was terrifying, and I could see the panic on the faces of Dominik and his men. As the battle raged on, I watched from the window with a heavy heart. It was clear that Dominik and his men were losing the fight, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and despair.

“Make sure they see the dragon. It’s important to reinforce these people’s fear.” She gnashed her teeth as she watched him walk away, utterly at ease. Repugnant. Amoral. Not just him, but everyone who gleefully joined in and reveled in such corrupted, rotten ways. Bastien with his sick obsession with turning the dragons into nothing more than breeding stock, Tet with his enthusiastic willingness to destroy dragonkind and use the remnants to satisfy his greed for more, more, more, and Bisset with his unfeeling, stone-like way of using dragons to instill terror and subjection as if he deserved to exercise such power, as if he were a god reigning over insects.

“She never did get to see it because Tess Nalila took her from me.” “From us, Zli,” she says solemnly. “The Dragons are a cancer. They’ve corrupted everything from Naples to the Hudson. Gina will never get justice otherwise.” Any doubt I’ve had fades as I slowly nod. The fire in my gut, the one Ronan almost extinguished with his touch, roars back to life. “You’re right. I’m here now, and it’s time to make it happen. Even if Camelot wants nothing to do with me.”

I keep waiting for the moment when she loses what’s left, when her finally shred of dignity peels away, and nothing remains but her pain. Because Kora is descended from Tritus the Mad, a dragon so insane that he gleefully dissected an entire race of dragons just to see how their brains worked. This same man created giant mechanisms and placed them under his own castles for defense, worried about an enemy that didn’t exist. He also gave his favorite daughter up to be tortured and imprisoned for decades to win imperial favor, that same daughter who is now fighting so hard to not follow in his footsteps even as her trauma threatens her daily.

“No.” Marcus stared. Nicholas took my phone from my hand. “We find Ethan.” “You just said—” “I said we aren’t walking into Gabriel’s trap.” Nicholas looked at the photograph again. “We make him walk into ours.” Something about his voice changed the room. The Dragon wasn’t a supernatural creature. He didn’t breathe fire. He didn’t have scales or wings. But right then, I understood exactly why people had given Nicholas Aspen that name. Marcus did too. He straightened.

"A contingency for what?" "For a Systemic Corruption," I said, finally forcing my hands to move, the data streaming across my retinas in a blur of gold and crimson. "The original Architects... they were perfectionists. They designed the world’s magic to be a closed, harmonious loop. But they knew if the system ever became too 'buggy'—if the magic was siphoned, corrupted, or used by 'unauthorized species'—the entire platform would become unstable."

Corruption and rot had eaten away at its snout, leaving exposed bone and muscle that glistened wetly in the dim light. It opened its mouth and the smell that came out was putrid enough to make my eyes water. My shadows stirred beneath my skin, coiling tight around my bones. I could take this thing. But it would cost me. Time, energy, possibly a few injuries I’d have to deal with when I got back. The dragon lowered its head and let out a sound that was half roar, half death rattle. I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders. “Fine then,” I muttered. “Let’s do this.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​