Demons And Dragon Novels & Stories

Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble. When I was young, my mother told me stories of the supernatural wars and the great dragon generals and warriors. I was surprised the gods had decided this was enough of a fight to be worthy of a Pendragon. I listened as another man spoke. “I’m Veles, Vasili of the desire demons. I free every demon who hears this from any commands I issued while under the influence of the government. Forgive me, please. Any who have the blood of demons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to me and fight.” He urged.

Samuel smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything, but I need a servant." Hearing this, the Demonic Dragon's soul suddenly became angry. "You little ant, how dare you!" "Why don't we die together? I don't care. As you said, a mortal is just an ant. What about you? You are like the Dragon Emperor, the Divine Demon, and so on. However, I am not afraid. Let's be trapped here together," Samuel said indifferently.

He has demons, creatures with grey skin, giant bat like creatures, as well as a hydra steps out and I look at Dragus, who roars, shifting into his dragon. They all have red eyes and what look like a black tar like substance that coats their sharp pointed teeth. Which I realise is a venom of some kind. Some are armed with weapons while the rest have sharp razor like claws and talons. We are seriously outnumbered in terms of numbers and strength.

Another thing that catches Annaliese's eye is a very beautiful woman who has the lower body of a dragon and a scorpion tail with snakes around her ankles. "That's a campe", Kieran explains. "And that's a bungisngis, a kishi, cupid, adze, draugr". He continues to explain following her eyes as they take their seats. "Werebear?", she asks Kieran as she spots someone that looks like a bear. "Yep, that's a berserker and those are daimons". "Demons?" "No, Daimons are helpful spirit guides". "Wow, i didn't know there were so many supernatural creatures".

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

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.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that

“I can’t transform completely in these chains…they block my ability to turn completely.” “W-What do you look like then? I mean when you’re in your other, form?” She couldn’t leave the safety of the wall as she stared at him. Not until she knew everything about what he was. “In your world, the Tryns are called demons.” She nodded, her mouth drying, and any words stuck in her throat. “On Earth, we Renjerians are known as dragons.” The cell spun and she sagged against the wall. Images of fire-breathing reptiles devouring virgins and maidens that were sacrificed beat at her. And she was carrying his child.