Dragon 99 Novels & Stories

All murmurs fall away into complete silence. Every dragon learns about the Nine: Supreme judges, dragons as old as time itself, born of the night, incarnate to devour the souls of misbehaving hatchlings. Also called Titans, they are believed to be the creators of our world, the heralds of destruction, marking the end of one reality to make way for the next. But as far as I know, nobody actually believes in the Nine. The idea of dragons so powerful that they can steal your soul from your body, draining you of your essence with a thought, is impossible and ridiculous.

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Soon, they finally got a clear look at Lenny's face. He looked young, almost childish. "Dragoria has produced another terrifying level-nine powerhouse?" Lindor muttered. Lindor and the others were standing opposite Lenny, giving them a clear view of him. Lenny's body was emitting a red light, and there was also a swirling mist that did not dissipate but lingered around him. The mist vaguely formed a dragon shape. Lindor found this scene exceptionally familiar and quickly recalled what it was. "This... This is the Dragon Fist. The former first-ranked level-nine of Dragoria also used this move!" he exclaimed in shock.

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

'' "Ok, but that still doesn't answer the type of dragon we are. Do you breathe fire? Or maybe you can control water.'' There was a laughing sound. ''You will find out when we bond, but just know that we are a force to be reckoned with.'' ''I wish you could explain more to me.'' ''Like what?'' ''Our parents.'' ''Nightwing was and still is the greatest dragon there is. There is yet to be any dragon to defeat him. Many have tried but failed. He is a cunning one, with his abilities to breathe fire, disappear in dark shadows, read minds and tell the future.'' Catori gasped, knowing that she had at least one of those abilities.

As the evening progressed, we delved into discussions about the old dragon culture, reminiscing about the traditions and customs that had shaped our people for generations. "The old dragon culture was a rich deep of rituals and beliefs," Alaric began, his eyes alight with nostalgia. "Our ancestors had a deep connection with nature and the elements. They believed in the harmony of the universe and the balance between the dragon kingdom and the human world." Boaz nodded, intrigued by the tales of old. "I've heard stories of the dragon festivals and the ceremonies they held to honor the spirits of the land and sky." "Yes, those festivals were vibrant and full of life," Alaric confirmed. "They w

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