Draconic Magic Novels & Stories

You need to die a horrible death you mother fucker, I think inside my head. Drakon's eyes sweep up and down my body. I'm solid, toned muscle. I train hours each day to stay this way. Drakon nods at the door. "She will remain over there until you're dead. Then I will end her life and share her heart with my son after I open the egg and free him." "Hold it together Pepper," I telepathically send into her head and hope she hears the message. Something is seriously wrong with our magic. Her body is tense but she steps backward to the door and doesn't take her bright yellow eyes off Drakon.

Selene's voice echoed around us, it was filled with such rage that it caused both Damion and me to look at her. She held her arms to her side and was levitating off of the ground by a foot. Electric currents flowed from her fingers and her eyes glowed with fury. She gritted her teeth and with a powerful cry she thrust her hand forward and from it shot bolts of gold lightning. Damion's shocked face morphed into something despondent as he watched the magic barrel towards him. Static filled the air around us as the lightning darted through the ether like hundreds of striking snakes. Damion took the lightning bolt straight in the chest and at the impact, a bone-shattering crack sounded through t

“That’s terrifying.” “Yeah. And Bryon’s no better,” Lotanni added. “His bloodline specializes in body reinforcement. Turns his body into stone, pretty much. Fast and durable. Not someone I’d want in the ring.” Nyomei exhaled sharply. “And let’s not forget—they’ve got these magic abilities through charms. Royal ones. Enchanted by high-rank mages.” “Wait, that's true. I thought werewolves couldn’t use magic?” Bainer asked.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

He channeled all the spiritual energy from his Drakeborne lineage into his eyes, intensifying the power of his ocular technique. In that instant, black dragon-shaped fire manifested in the Draconic Field World. These flames enveloped the descending killing intent, systematically consuming and purifying it until it was utterly extinguished.

"You have a fragmented map right there. The crystal on the second shelf. It has residual draconic radiation embedded in its crystalline structure." The Hag snarled, her withered hands glowing with dark, defensive magic. "Who is this little rat, Xander? Keep your pet quiet, or I'll—" "Touch her, and I will rip your arms out of their sockets," Xander stated. It wasn't a threat; it was a simple, absolute guarantee. He shifted his weight, his Lycan claws slowly extending from his fingertips, scraping against the iron counter with a horrific screech.

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

This is S class, other than Persia who’s able to do it, I’m sure someone else is capable of doing so— I need to gather as much information as I can. “Kronos, aside from storage magic— could you use any other magic spells?” Kronos and Rumelia splendidly did two-key magic. They were able to activate easily as if it was any other day. “Nil.” He shakes his head with a serious look. …Perhaps I have been putting my expectations a little too high. What about Blaze? Turning himself into a dragon requires two-key magic too. “Blaze—” “Tch, don’t talk to me…!”

Titan whispered with effort, and the twins placed their hands on her shoulders, "Take what you need." Ragnar watched in terror, struggling to control his dragon as the three women before him began to glow. The dragon residing under Titan's skin rippled with added power from the twin witches, and she grew larger as the twins started to wilt. Finally, they took their hands away from her, and Titan held steady, invoking the ancient language as she dove into Charlotte's head, and Ragnar prayed for a miracle. 2.