Cursed Dragons Novels & Stories

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Three dragons circled overhead while another two tore through the outer districts, setting rooftops ablaze with every sweep of their wings. The sixth… The largest… Hovered above the battlefield like a king surveying prey. Grey wiped soot from his brow with the back of his arm. His legs felt heavier than it had only an hour ago. Around him, Stormfang's warriors fought with everything they had left. They were brave. Far braver than fate deserved. Yet bravery alone could not undo a century-old curse. A young wolf beside Grey lunged toward a dragon. Halfway through his transformation, the young man collapsed onto one knee. His wolf ears appeared. His claws lengthened.

Leaning closer to the crystal ball, I scrutinised the vision it offered, endeavouring to extract the truth hidden within its cursed depths. As the image grew sharper, it revealed not one but three dragon eggs. One egg had been shattered, hatching the dragon that I could only assume belonged to Everly's cursed progeny. The dormant eggs lay in silent, brooding menace. Anger and disbelief twisted inside me, a tempest of dark emotion; I couldn't fathom how such a crucial secret had eluded my grasp for so long.

I asked because these things were not written in history books. “Queen Freya made the ultimate sacrifice to protect the realm, sealing Mooncrest’s borders with her blood to entomb the vampires within. However, her demise had catastrophic consequences. As the last dragon guardian, her passing unleashed the dragon's fury. Unable to cross the barrier to save her, he unleashed his wrath upon the surrounding lands, scorching the Misty Meadows–the sacred home of the beasts. Witches rescued Willowdale using powerful magic, but over half of the meadows were reduced to ashes. This cataclysmic event sparked the Great War, which ceased with the fragile treaty: witches and beasts would remain north, whi

That made Neo snort as he agreed with me. “That legend was started by my ancestors to keep the truth hidden. However, I would assume that Draxthi knows the truth if he’s holed up there. There are various types of dragons. The rarest and most powerful dragons are called Mystic Dragons. They were originally created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. The group of them, or thunder, was unique because the females of the lineage took after the witches while the males were dragons with access to magic. Mystics were highly sought after and hunted to near extinction. That area was where their sanctuary. It was hidden from outsiders. However, there was a traitor who desi

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

The wrongness. With Shifters, we’re one with our spirit animals, but the Wyres are cursed. Their spirits had been mutilated, twisted into a completely different being—a being that mirrors the ruthlessness and darkness of their souls. The first Wyre had been a monstrous man, a killer who had no qualms about taking what wasn’t his. He insulted a witch, forcing his pack to live the rest of their existence separated from their spirits. Two minds, one body. It would make anyone go mad.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.