Dragon Evil Novels & Stories

“The only way to stop the dragon is to kill its human form. Dragons don't die, Vic, they transform into another entity, but if one of the images is destroyed, the dragon can be captured. Yes... I think that's exactly what happened. He killed him. Now it's a dead dragon. And this confirms that it is the dead that the delonchi raise. - For what? - They know that the dragon is waking up, the one who captured him is gone, he will soon be free. The undead dragon will primarily react to the undead. The dead are bait, the more of them, the greater the chance that they will attract and slow down the dragon. They are also raised magically, and while the dragon will devour their energy, the delonchi w

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power. He had seen better days in his childhood but their family misfortune had landed them in this hell-hole called Dharavi. At that age, he didn’t understand the dealings of the grown-ups, but he had heard his mum and dad speak about getting cheated by their business partner. He had no idea of their business, no inkling of what the matter was and he didn’t care. Thinking about it would neither bring food nor money to him, so it was a mere waste of time.

said the dragon king with a smirk and flicked her forehead . " Ouc ! " said Charlotte and she touched her forehead . She looked at the dragon king and saw him smiling while looking at her . Two of his teeth were longer than others and came out of him mouth and made him look like a vampire . ' Weird !.....he is so ugly , he is a dragon , he is scary , he looks like a vampire too but........why do I think that he actually looks a bit cute when he smiles ?!........the tress of this situation has finally made me crazy !........ ' thought Charlotte with a cute sulking expression .

​He stepped in close and leaned forward, his red eyes glowing with a deadly serious intensity as he locked his gaze onto his son's face. ​"Draevon is a dragon. He is the only living dragon left in all the kingdoms. The way we know this for sure is because of what happened back then. He completely erased the entire Shadowmere Dominion kingdom when they offended him." ​"A dragon?" Darius repeated. The word hit him like a physical blow, finally knocking a bit of the arrogance right out of his chest. His eyes went wide again as the horror set in.

I said with a heavy heart. Sarn stared at me and I saw the same look of dread on his face that I felt. "Do you know what happened?" he finally asked. I had to tell him the truth. Sarn deserved to know that the mightiest of silver dragons, my uncle, caused all of our heartache. "It was Drakon. He killed the daughter of a Goddess." I wouldn't have been surprised if Sarn deserted me at this revelation. "I hope he isn't dead so I can kill him myself," he responded with clenched teeth and long plumes of smoke drifting from his nostrils along with several sparks of flame. He'd been breathing fire for years and had good control. The sparks showed how upset he was.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance. “This is it,” Dougal calls. “Let’s go!” Maeve answers. Maeve takes Azazel. Dougal charges Ramiel. Win and I? We go for the lizard. Dagon is a walking nightmare—upright reptilian body, weird beard, talons, and all. He fights with teeth and claws, no weapons, but he’s fast. We come at him from both sides—Win on the right, me on the left—swords and axes flying.

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.