Corruption Dragon Novels & Stories

attempted to sell out information to the adversaries and give critical information to a rival group in the virtual underworld. In my world, being loyal was an unbreakable oath not a suggestion. Additionally once sworn oaths were upheld with unwavering absolute finality. I looked down at the scene. It was a predictable choreography of consequence down to the mans choked gasps the sickening thud of impact and my mens raw guttural grunts as their fists made contact with flesh. I looked on passively my thoughts disengaged evaluating the effectiveness of their strikes. This was a matter of principle rather than personal preference. a corrupt variable that needs to be cleaned. The man writhed on t

"I've never seen anything like this. The corruption is different here—older, more powerful. Whoever created it knew what they were doing." "But you built the barrier." "I built the framework." He glanced at her. "The magic—the love—that came from your mother. From all of us. I was just the architect." "Then how do we fix it?" "By finding the wound and sealing it." He met her eyes. "With your light." The shadow creatures grew bolder as they approached the source of the corruption, circling closer, their burning eyes fixed on Aurora's light. One lunged—a blur of shadow and hunger—and Caspian intercepted it, his ancient power tearing through its form with brutal efficiency.

Althea recoiled sharply. Varis noticed instantly. “You hear it too.” It was not a question. Althea looked at him in horror. “What is happening to him?” Varis hesitated. Too long. Dorian answered instead. “The corruption adapted to the counterpart bond.” The High Arbiter stepped forward slowly now, suppression weapon still glowing in his hand. “If the corruption reaches synchronization—” “It won’t,” Althea snapped immediately. Dorian’s gaze remained cold. “You don’t know that.”

Still, Elara saw the dark vein spreading beneath his skin. “You’re hurt,” she said, panic rising. “It’s nothing,” he growled, though his voice strained. “It’s not nothing.” She placed her hands against his chest, silver light pouring into him. The healing magic clashed with the corruption, sparks of white and violet bursting between them. The dragon inside him roared. His eyes flashed brighter gold, pupils narrowing. The heat around him intensified, pushing her back slightly. “Elara…” he warned, voice rough. “Careful. The dragon is reacting.”

Golden eyes swept calmly across the chamber. The same eyes from my vision. King Orion. For one breathtaking moment, our gazes met. His expression softened. He took one slow step toward me. "My Queen..." His voice was gentle. Almost relieved. "I finally found you." Before anyone could react, black shadows erupted around his body. James laughed. "The corruption has begun." Dark veins spread across Orion's neck. He clutched his head in pain. "No..." "I won't..." The Shadow Dragon's voice echoed through the chamber.

Her aura of wisdom hovered over the ashes and bones. “Elara is right,” Ulrike said, without looking up. Her voice was the echo of pure reason. “This is the horrendous work of the Pureblood Sect. The Rune of Corruption they have used not only drains life; it uses the essence of life to anchor dark magic. It is a form of desecration, not just warfare.” Kaelen approached, his Alpha fury burning. “Tell me how to track them down, Ulrike. Give me the direction, and we will exterminate them,” the Alpha said angrily.

"These texts hold the key to unlocking the truth. We must study them diligently." Luna, her curiosity piqued, picked up a worn leather-bound book. "Look at this, it speaks of the Black Beast—a creature of immense power that was said to be capable of harnessing the corruption itself. Could this be the source of the darkness we face?" Hyperion nodded, his expression grave. "The Black Beast is a legend rooted in our ancient history. It is said that it possesses the ability to channel and control the corruption, using it as a weapon. If we are to understand and confront the corruption, we must comprehend the true nature of the Black Beast."

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly