Darkness Of Dragons Novels & Stories

The mere thought of battling her own twin, one who was consumed by darkness, filled her with a mix of sadness and determination. "I won't let darkness consume you, Amara," Amelia declared, her voice resolute. "There's still good within you, and I will fight for it." Amara laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Good? There is no such thing. Darkness is all there is, and it is my power. You will understand soon enough." With a wave of her hand, Amara unleashed a torrent of shadows, encompassing the area. The light from Amelia's celestial form dimmed, struggling against the overwhelming darkness. Drake and Fenrir growled, ready to protect Amelia at all costs.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

Again, there was nothing about them having blocked gifts either, so I'm starting to believe our problem isn't a supernatural issue. Chapter Forty-One Dragon Twins were the rarest so the information on them was only a page front and back. This final page was written differently almost like it was scratched into the page the letters were rough and the ink smeared off some of the letters. Whoever wrote this information was not the same person who wrote the rest of the book. All the page contained is it was said there was only 1 set of Dragon twins ever recorded in existence, they were males and noted to be the largest dragons with wing spans over 200 ft long and their sizes blacked out the sun.

Moreover, these streams of water were pitch-black, and they ceaselessly surged into the world and flowed down swiftly. Countless rays of light burst out from the hands of those dark experts in the Eternal Realm. Demonic light flashed and wrapped around them. The dark water seemed to be controlled and condensed into black water dragons that swam forward quickly. Every black water dragon contained intentions of despair, killing, madness, and resentment. Their power was evil and strange. The extremely dense dark power was simply the convergence of evil.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

“You dare summon me, little mortal?” Anna’s breath caught. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. He was huge—easily seven feet—with broad shoulders, powerful muscles, and smooth dark skin that seemed to absorb the light. Two thick black horns curved back from his forehead. His eyes glowed red for a second before settling into burning amber. He wore nothing but black pants that hung low on his hips. His body was perfect. Dangerous. Terrifying. And incredibly hot. Anna scrambled backward on the floor, eyes wide. “I—I didn’t think it would actually work…”

The twins—their destiny hung in the balance along with our world. “Not exactly, Nephew, but if One Dragon is released without the other, it can only do what it is made to do. The Dark Dragon is a devourer and Creator, for nothing comes from nothing. The Dark Dragon would consume all of us, and without the Light Dragon there to create or keep making from the Darkness, it would descend all of us into chaos and blackness.” King Lucifer Explained. “Why does the Cult wish to release the Dark Dragon?” I asked softly.

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.