Darkness Of Dragons Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

*** Dark's Castle: Behind The Mirror: Only the groan of Barwolf was heard as the little dragons were seen eating some flesh of werewolf. Dark came out of the dark pool and started laughing. Not giving Barwolf a look, he entered the mirror and came out and was back to his room. The large dragon head emerged from the dark pool and he roared out a little and the three little Dragons left Barwolf's body and landed a few meters away from him and started growing in size and height. But the place they were in could accommodate their huge siz and height. One wanted to pick up Barwolf and eat him but the Dragon whose head was the only thing seen in the dark pool growled and that halted the dragon who

“Tell me. What has happened?” The white Dragon managed to roll back onto her belly and gather her legs beneath her. As she furled her wings she said, “It’s very wrong, brother. All of it.” His heavy brow creased further. “What do you mean?” “This darkness, the coming conflict. The rise of Dark Magic. It has grown far worse than we had imagined.” “Tell me.”

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

As he walked close to me, the dark energy exuding from him seemed to intensify as it wrapped around me, almost making me choke. It was a cold, thick pressure, like being submerged in freezing water, and it pressed against my throat, making it nearly impossible to draw a quiet breath. The malevolence was suffocating, a silent promise of agonizing control. This was his raw power, unchecked and focused, preparing to bind me. My internal dragon, Aliya, remained a silent, fiery core, an immense pressure holding the darkness at bay but not yet fighting it.

I snarled back, throwing another armful of mud aside. Helplessness tightened around my throat like a noose. Flesh cannot find what the shadows have taken, Noctis continued as his enormous head lowered beside me. His hot, sulfur-scented breath washed over my back. This wasn’t a collapse. It was a spatial fracture. Ancient dark magic, older than every trick Malakor’s sorcerers possess. They severed the visible path. I froze. Mud and blood had become a black paste across my trembling fingers. I looked up at my dragon.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

I whisper, keeping my voice steady even though it sounds forced. “You really don't know, do you?” Closer. “I know nothing of your twisted madness. Just come out with whatever it is and let us get it over with.” I utter with vehemence. For goodness sake, I just want this to be a past I can recover from soon enough. I'm tired of the games. The silence from his end stretches into minutes, becoming suffocating and oppressive. How can a man be in the darkness, not saying a word and still exude this type of dangerous energy? How did Kyle even get himself mixed up in such company?