Depressed Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

“The curse is breaking faster than I imagined. This soft, fat body really is the key. Keep feeding me your chubby cunt every day and I’ll become the true Dragon King.” I lay there limp and exhausted, cum leaking heavily from my ruined pussy. My entire soft body was covered in sweat, marks, and his seed. I felt completely defeated. Draven finally left me alone for a while, but not before promising he would be back soon for another round. I curled up on the bed, sobbing quietly. My round belly ached. My heavy breasts throbbed. My thick thighs were sticky and trembling. I missed Vaelor so much it felt like my heart was being ripped out.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

It was alive! His body trembled with excitement. His fingers shook and he muttered the words he knew would bring the dragon under command. So it was true. There was a dragon. Was there more? And then he heard the cries of terror. His body was rigid against the window. He longed to see the glory of dragons return but the time was not yet right. The wind brought the words to him. Drakos forem ni khagris. Ehyra shis matra fyre: Dragon of old. I am your fire.

I quickly moved towards the French window to see what had caused such noise. I went there and saw–Drogo, Rex's dragon. She fell down, with a rough landing, this must be as a result of weakness. She crashed into a wall–There I saw Rex lying helplessly and lifeless on the ground, he was so weak to an extent that he couldn't make a move. I was so shocked and terrified at the moment. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't rush downstairs in my condition – Was he dead?

This was what he wanted, and this was what he wanted most as a black dragon who brought despair. "Hahaha, I like you now. How does it feel to be in despair?" asked the black dragon to the sun emperor, who knelt motionless. Despair, sadness, and feelings of weakness enveloped the sun emperor, who was known as a genius generation who could walk the path of cultivation higher than his ancestors. But now he was just a weak man who couldn't even lift his feet because of fear when facing the powerful figure in front of him.

the vampire explained. The Dragon’s gaze shifted back to the rubble from which he emerged, his expression filled with despair. Consumed by grief, he staggered back to the pile of rocks and sank to his knees. Frantically, he began digging through the debris, a sense of madness overwhelming him. And then, there it was: fragments of a dragon’s skull, one after another, each piece a devastating reminder of the tragedy that befell his kind. Overwhelmed by sorrow, he couldn’t contain his anguish, letting out a gut-wrenching cry that echoed through the desolate landscape. "I don’t understand... it takes more than just some bombs to take out an entire empire of dragons,” the Dragon mused, his tone t