Death Dragon Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Doug laughed and said, "Have you ever seen shamans transform into earthbound immortals? Those are the dragons of the Python family from the northeast." Chad noticed Hector trembling in fear, terrified of the two python dragons. Doug smiled at his daughter, Janice. "Miss Sixth, it's up to you to avenge Janice!" Janice, possessed by Miss Sixth, smiled triumphantly. She vanished on the spot and reappeared atop the black dragon's head. She exclaimed softly, "Dragon's Breath!" The black dragon opened its mouth and spewed a black mist like a dark cloud, engulfing Winston! Almost simultaneously, lightning struck the black mist rising from the rainbow-colored clouds in the sky.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

There, he caught sight of skeletal remains submerged in the water. Near the bones lay a segmented body covered in scales, exuding a chilling metallic sheen. It was unmistakably a powerful monster. "A Black Dragon," Chase murmured. Black Dragons, also known as flood dragons, were a hybrid born of dragons and water beasts. It was said that a Black Dragon's body was nearly indestructible—impenetrable by blades or weapons. "If I could capture a Black Dragon, it'd be a significant gain," Chase mused as his lips curled into a faint smile. A glimmer of greed flickered in his eyes.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

"Dimitri Drakor." The only surviving member of the other Russian Imperial house of dragon shifters. The one dragon who had come closer than anyone else to killing Rurik. Oh God

the boy stuttered out, a look of loss crossing his fingers. Death smiled, "I would have known if the beast of the fire dragons was here Edwin, your father is hard to kill, " he said grunting. "Dragons? " I echoed. Death looked at me, "Yeah dragons, big lizards that breath fire, " "We are not lizards, " Edwin whined. Death chuckled, "you know I didn't mean it little one, I fell in love with one remember? Now I can't get rid of her, " he muttered.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

“Tell me witch, what happens if Tanya ever gets to call anyone from Cryzon?” She twitched her lips and looked around before bending to whisper in my ears. “She's going to make an exchange, her blood for a dragon to destroy this whole city.” I frowned at her statement. “There's no dragon aside from Draven, how is that possible?” Her eyes widened in delight at my naiveness and she shook her head. “There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.”

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.