Dragon 99 Novels & Stories

Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight. 'Did she said, she loves dragon?' He thought. He waited there for a couple of minutes, her words affected him deeply. Ever since he gained the power of a dragon, he never heard someone say they love dragons. In this present world, dragons are forgotten long ago. A tapping of hand on his shoulder brought him back from his thoughts. He then realized he was standing in the middle of the footpath, lost in the thought of a random girl, who loves dragons. "You good man?" The man who tapped on his shoulder asked.

One, two, ten, fifty… A total of ninety-nine men walked out from every direction, gathering into an impenetrable wall of people that completely surrounded him. Then, in Daniel’s terrified eyes, ninety-nine voices exploded like thunder and swept across all of South City. “How about you try and touch our daughter one more time?!”

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

Tyr, who was as black as coal, stepped on the black dragon's head as he looked up at the sky. Roar! Roar! Roar! Howl! Howl! Howl! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Instantaneously, the sky and the earth trembled. Tyr, the black dragon, and the ninth heavenly lightning, each made a sound that was loud enough to destroy the world. Tyr stepped on the black dragon and soared into the sky. Meanwhile, the ninth heavenly lightning in the void was pouring down like river water from heaven. Two enormous forces collided and began to spread everywhere.

That made Dom come to an abrupt halt and then Gideon turned on another well-planned channel where a group of journalists was having a heated discussion and one of the humans was saying, "I have been telling you this since that monster emerged out of nowhere a fortnight ago. And I will keep saying this until everyone believes me. This is the action of a DRAGON! We've seen dragons and what else has the power to light up such ferocious fire than the dragon's breath? Those beasts have been living amongst us forever and now they are making their move. They have started to attack, This Is WAR!"

5. Tonight, everyone was waiting for the legendary "Eye of Medusa"—a rare, deep-sea black diamond weighing 100 carats, emitting an eerie blue-black glow. As the most sought-after independent investor in the European jewelry trade over the past two years, the woman known only by the code name "E.C." was the absolute center of attention tonight. I wore a deep-V, backless black velvet gown, the train trailing on the floor. Swirling a glass of champagne in my hand, I stood elegantly directly under the spotlight.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

S) "And how strong a dragon was?..". [the strongest dragon alive was categorized at Level 9, it's capable to burn down 10 nations in one week….]. (T.A.S) "Ain't that neat…I guess I never have to worry about getting stronger…that's make everything simpler…". [I agreed..there's no need for you to wreck havoc, just focus on doing what you wanted the most…which is swimming in a pool of gold..]. (T.A.S)