Death Dragon Novels & Stories

The Kuma-wani water dragon hunched over Griffin’s body, wary as any predator. The relentless winds swept the land and sometimes howled like angry spirits. They were enough to send frightened children under their blankets and push ordinary trekkers to the ground. But Temujin wasn’t ordinary. He was a Slayer.

What was the surprise that couldn’t wait until evening? ***** Palash Mithra (Dada) He was a hard-working boy. At 20 he had already managed to find a job as a car mechanic. It gave him a meagre but steady income. When he had lost his parents 6 years back, he was heartbroken. He did not allow himself to grieve. He had a lovely little sister who had to be taken care of. He came from a family where women were respected and treated as equals. The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power.

Her final thought, a Black Knight to the last, was the sorrow that the Hall could not be warned . Ghaeron collapsed on the floor of their cavern in Mount Erim. His body still felt the effects of the assault he had endured. Dragons may have been immortal, but they were not immune to pain. Ghaeron had always found that a cruel paradox for the universe to lay upon them. Their life-force would always remain, but if their physical form, however strong and resilient, were to suffer mortal harm, they would have to be reborn. Neither of them had ever had need to do so, and in truth it was a prospect that Ghaeron did not enjoy pondering.

Between her and the lake stood a monster—a real-life monster from the worst nightmare ever. “A dragon. Real dragon.” was all she could mutter before the darkness that was creeping around her eyesight took her over, and she fell into oblivion. ≈ ≈ ≈ Henry knew that scaring his girl shitless was a mistake, but there was no other way to prove his point. So when he phased in front of her into his black dragon, he kind of expected her to faint. He did take a little more time than necessary for the phase, but when she started to fall to the ground, he turned back in the blink of an eye and was there in his human form to catch her before she hit the ground.

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

He gritted his teeth as the ground shook again, knowing fully well one dragon had fallen. "The troops are looking good," his third in command, Hydra Reye commented standing beside him. Hydra Reye had three other brothers, all identical to him. After all, they were quadruplets. All four of them had one dragon called Hydra, a four-headed beast who breathed out a deadly mixture of fire and poisonous venom and was the third-largest dragon in the kingdom. Because they had one dragon, Pete, Gavin, Rey, and Louis could not shift or transform into their beast unless all of them were present which was one of their biggest disadvantages in the instance that one of them was to be captured by the enemy.

A large claw held on to the edges of the crevice and soon, a huge dragon flew out of the pit. *ROAR* With a roar that was filled with the majesty of a creature that was beyond the understanding of men, the large dragon revealed itself. The dragon was several hundreds of meters tall and was as large as a city wall. It had four large wings that gathered wind with every beat and claws that were as chilling as the cold waters of Cocytus. Its scales were as red as the crimson of blood. However its eyes were dull and lifeless. For it was a beast that had died long ago and had been restored by Komfo Anokye’s power. It was dead yet living. It was alive yet dead. It was an Undead Fire Dragon and one

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

No point running now. I drag out a long breath and then turn. Like I had imagined, it was not human or Fae? Or anything related to persons - No, I am staring at the same fiery red eyes from my dreams only that this time.. It has an owner, and according to history which I had spent time reading.. It was a Kragon.. An eight inches fire breathing female dragon that actually walks on it's hind legs. I gulp .. I am doomed.

I press for answers. -"Werewolves are not the only shapeshifters in this world. Miss Naomi, if you are to become Queen Luna, you should at least know the basics." If he calls me that again, I will give him a taste of my raw strength. Elder or not, I don't care. He must think I am dumb, but I am not. Drakons - supernatural species able to morph into fire-breathing giants. Mostly known as Dragons, they are rare and on the brink of extinction; these species like the warm mountainous regions. Like a werewolf, a Drakon shifter is often short-tempered and possessive.