Cosmic Dragon God Novels & Stories

“What happened to the dragons? Did they like, kill themselves off or something?” “That’s what some people think, but most say that the war made the dragons weak, and the ones who remained alive after the fighting retreated back to the realm of their god; Helios, the Sun God. But it has been almost two thousand years, and none have returned.” I watch Aurora as she explores the map in front of her, she shows genuine interest in learning about our world and its inhabitants.

he mumbles. I give him a half smile, tilting my head to the side. "Why Seyklos? Of all the dragon spirits there are, you wear a tribute to the god of dishonor. It's a little contradictory don't you think?" He nods numbly. "Yeah, dragons will have death before dishonor," he murmurs. "Seyklos is the god of dishonor but everyone forgets he's also the god of forgiveness. He punished himself for the dishonor he brought to the other spirits and they forgave him. That's what he does, he punishes you so that you can be forgiven."

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.

She was too tempting and what if he slipped and she discovered he was a dragon? He shook his head. No, it was better this way. One night of passion for them both to remember. The coldness of the crystal itched across his palm. Once his dad realized Earth had a few of these quasicrystals, he'd send Kohl and some of his brothers to scour for more. Their weapons could be reanimated and they could win this war. Kohl folded his wings and landed outside the cave entrance. Nothing around him stirred and he scooted through the opening, twisting slightly at the end to wedge his way deeper into the labyrinth. At the opening, a body collided into his.

Moments later, the alarm sounded, acknowledging the Dragon King leaving the building. "Lazareth, I need you to go and find your witch friends; tell them without their help, I don't think Charlotte will make the transition. I'm afraid the dragon spirit that bound itself to her is a legendary one." There was a wealth of knowledge in such few words, the underlying worry in the healer's voice enough to convince Lazareth to hurry. And nodding once more, he unfolded himself from the chair and sprinted out of the room. Titan waited until they were alone, before speaking to the unconscious girl.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

[Carnelia] What does one say when they are in the presence of someone who is practically a deity? I don’t know what I was expecting when I met Primus’ mother. I knew she was a Star Fire Dragon, a Celestial Star Fire Dragon to be precise, but I didn’t know what that meant. Celestial dragons are as different from terran dragons as light is to mud. They live on a separate plane, not just in the sky, but somewhere above and beyond. They leave their home so rarely that sightings of them flying by are exceptionally rare.

“My talisman. Do you think it can be retrieved?” I shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how that works. You traded it and Lysel’s to create the hunters. It now belongs to the god of chaos. It is the main one that creates.” “Have you ever met this god of chaos?” I shake my head, “No. I’m a dragon, I’m a young dragon, but I’m just as mortal as you in their eyes. The spirits are immortal until someone willingly takes their place.”

And as its head emerged from the chasm Every dragon present dropped to their knees. The First King bowed so low that its forehead touched the earth. Rhazion did the same. The dead Dragon Kings bowed. The living dragons bowed. Thousands upon thousands of dragons. All at once. Verath remained standing only because he was too stunned to move. Elara stared. The being that emerged was a dragon. But no dragon she had ever imagined. Its scales were black not the black of night, but of the endless space between stars.