Dragon King Bakugou Novels & Stories

He's basically the personification of Humanoid Dragon right now, even Nyarlathotep felt a bit threatened at his new form. (His new form kinda look like Killia from Disgaea 5 but with the dragon tail and wings, also longer hair) Issei look up towards the incoming attack from Nyarlathotep and he countered it with his own skill Issei - ! He covered his arms with Hellfire and punch repeatedly towards the incoming attack. Every time he lets out a punch it created a barrage of Dragon shaped fire infused with his Dragon . And he successfully destroyed Nyarlathotep attack and also a part of its body.

And he chuckled too. "Then I will let you rest for a while. See you in the morning." I nodded at him and he turned on his heels to leave the room. I watched him going out, closing the door behind him. I was feeling bad for using him for my own benefit. Because only he has the power to fight with Vanessa. He's the Black Dragon King. He's an ancient dragon. Who are the most powerful supernatural beings among the all supernatural's? So I have a chance to win against Vanessa and bring back my daughter from her.

The universe had decided to give me another one, in a place I did not know, in a body that was not mine, with a family that had already sold me before I had even opened my eyes. "When you say Dragon King," I said carefully, "you mean that literally. You mean an actual dragon." Nobody answered. Which was, honestly, answer enough. Oh my Goddess.

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

As they seeming approached my direction, I put up my hands to shield myself but to my surprise they phased through me. "Take it down!" I heard behind me. "Assist the King!" Spinning around, i spotted a strange large creature battling two black dragons. The large grey creature had black deadly eyes and numerous spikes at the back of it's head and the sides of it's legs. It's eyes flashed with fury towards the draconian duo. A third black dragon stood at the creatures feet, breathing fire against it's belly. The remaining soldiers hurled their weapons against it. It was all futile.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

Everything about him screamed violence, gloom and destruction even though his walk had a slight limp and he was striding with the help of a hiking stick made of Red Gold widely known as Dragon Gold. The man was none other than the King of Dragons, Aidan Draco. Taking a seat opposite the Demon King Aidan Draco looked the demon in the eye thrumming his fingers on the table. "A King throwing a tantrum, demanding respect instead of earning it by his blade. That's a first even for me." Visibly shrinking back in his chair the Demon King looked away, his thundering heartbeat could be heard loud and clear by everyone. And who could blame him? There wasn't a single wise individual who could risk ange

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

"Really?" The man hurriedly said, "I dare not lie to the Eleventh Elder." "11th brother, although the King of Youming was called Earth Bug by us, its real strength is no exaggeration to call it the Earth Dragon. In addition, King of Youming is cunning, and a young man can deal with him. This is really surprising." "Is the Human Tribe really a place where tigers hide and dragons hide? It is really surprising that a young man has such ability."