Corruption Dragon Novels & Stories

he said. “Shit,” I said. “I’ve never heard of someone’s dragon leaving,” Preston said. “Sometimes a dragon will leave if his personality is in conflict with his host,” Baz said in my head. “His dragon might be purer than him,” I said as an explanation. “Baz, can you make contact with his dragon in your realm? Maybe he’ll be more eager to share what he knows,” I said to him. “Let me think about it,” Baz said and curled up on his side.

000] [Unique Skill: Unique Species: Dungeon Dragon] [Chaos Dungeon Core Heart: Level 1] [Dungeon Capabilities: Level 1] [Ethereal Darkness Body: Level 1] [Supernatural Senses: Level 1] Chaos Dungeon Dragon Source is a new race of beings created through contaminating a dungeon core with miasma and the essence of the soul of a chaos dragon, while also having separated itself from its true dungeon core. The Dungeon Core had become an independent being that can move anywhere it desires and usually takes the appearance resembling the soul it shares a connection with. It can develop abilities that Dungeon has, such as the power to create monsters, traps, and riches by using essence. Its true body

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

"The human form is merely convenience, a disguise we've perfected over centuries. Your dormant state has simply lasted longer than most." "If this is true," Casey said, her writer's mind already cataloging the impossibilities unfolding before her, "then why tell me now? Why not let me keep thinking I'm just... ordinary?" Marcus and Xaihuang exchanged a look that carried centuries of tension. "Because," Marcus said carefully, "someone is using DragonCoin to disrupt the magical frequencies that maintain our concealment. Every transaction weakens the barrier between worlds." "And your awakening bloodline," Xaihuang added, tapping his cane meaningfully, "coincides too perfectly with these events

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

A corruption. The demon held the door, watching her with its eerie, bright red eyes, obviously savoring the realization dawning in her eyes, “Do you understand now? I took Eleanor’s baby before it was even born to this world; I corrupted and replaced parts of its soul with mine. With every drop of life you have forced her to take, I get to devour whatever human soul she has bit by bit… until there was nothing left but a soulless, ignorant puppet for Sir Hans Bathory to get rid of. Why do you think it had been so easy for him to finish the job? A mere mortal, even a descendant of Sans, could not possibly kill a demon’s vessel, unless it was already weak and on its last breath, you wretched fo

Rex asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. "And then your dragon must take the energy into itself, using the ancient magics that exist beyond this realm to neutralize it," she replied. "It will create a counterbalance—order against chaos, creation against destruction." The godking's transformation was accelerating, his humanoid form giving way to something monstrous and alien. Horns of crystallized void energy erupted from his shoulders and back, his arms elongating into appendages that terminated not in hands but in writhing masses of darkness. "We're out of time," Marcia shouted, retreating from the expanding field of corruption around the godking.

Dawn looked at Ashley who gave her a slow nod and Dawn sighed before she grabbed Amber’s hand and said, my magic was corrupted, Amber. Amber’s eyes widened and so did Ashley’s, corruption is a very bad thing and the worse thing that can happen to anyone. Corruption is when black magic or the dark energy enters the body of a supernatural and corrupts their pure spiritual energy. Someone as strong as Ashely can deal with it and so can Dawn, but the problem is that Dawn’s magic was corrupted before she reached her full potential. The fact that she was alive all this time is proof of how strong she is.

My people wouldn't let a werewolf sit on the throne and rule them when most had more power on their left forefinger than she had in her entire body. Dragons were ruthless creatures. Guarded and secretive for a good reason. It was one thing for me to entertain a relationship with Nesrin, a Dacian descendant of a direct bloodline from two deities full of power and standing. But my mate, I couldn't put her through a lifetime of disappointment and disgrace. "You have that look on your face again." Cora hummed as she entered my room. The smell of freshly baked bread and cured meats filled my nose. But I was too unsteady to eat. I rubbed my hands down my face before turning my focus to her.

But I could not afford to let him back down now - not when the stakes were rising precipitously and the prophecy was coming to a head. "Have you ever heard of the corrupted?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his. "They are... creatures of unnatural origin, born from experiments gone awry. I believe you might have some insight into their nature – and perhaps even a way to... cure them. Or control them perhaps." Zion's eyes widened in horror, his expression haunted as he recoiled from my words. "The corrupted..." he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I- I do not think... I can't... I won't..."