Dragon Lord Placidusax Lore Novels & Stories

18 dragons took form around him and began circling the sky, roaring in the bliss of being set free. Azure Dragon Elder got his name from his talent. Azure Dragon Deathmatch, 18 Dragons lived in his body, they were all mana with a pseudo-conciousness attached. The dragons knew who their enemy was and went after her the moment they came into the world. Verra was locked in close combat with Milton while the dragons were owning in on her. She used the liquid lighting as a coating for her gauntlets and armor. Every time she clashed with Milton's axe or gave a blow to his body, the lightning would numb his skin or the electricity would travel up his axe and numb his hand. A bit of numbness could n

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

I like that she wanted to make one of the dragons feel good about himself. ‘Yes,” she says, then sighs. ‘He’s not though.’ ‘What? Why would you say that?’ I ask. ‘He’s a silver who doesn’t believe in himself. That’s the trait of a bronze or a green, not a silver.’ ‘How do you know so much about dragons when you were just born today?’ I ask. She looks at me. ‘I guess you could say it’s in our blood. We pass knowledge from generation to generation. I know everything that Ylys knows up to the point where my egg was laid. Anything she learned after that, I’ll have to learn.’

Dozens of our people, human survivors, Lycan refugees, and even some Fae, were bound by glowing chains, suspended over the vortex. Their bodies were pale and limp, their muffled cries barely audible over the roar of the power, but they were undeniably alive. Their life essence was being slowly, agonizingly sucked out of them, feeding the portal. Standing before the vortex, a colossal, terrifying figure commanded the space. It was not a man. It was not a Lycan. It was a Dragon. Its eyes burned with ancient, terrifying intelligence. Aethyros. The God of Ruin.

Corey asked hopefully. “Absolutely! Their child would posses a powerful blend between dragon and phoenix. In fact, the rogue dragons may still want to find you if they know you two are together. They would not want you to produce a child, because they know that child would have great strength. You and your child would be in danger if you become pregnant,” Adelaide cautioned.

she said as her body completely disappeared. But Ara had more questions. "But why would the wizards want the dragon's core and the golden sword?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. The dragon lord replied, his voice deep and serious. "They want to use it to awaken an evil being from death," he said, his words dripping with a deep sense of gravity and importance. "If this being is awakened, even the heaven's realm shall be in danger," he continued, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

POV: Celeste I'd lived 1,200 years. I'd seen empires rise and fall. I'd bonded with dragons, fought wars, loved and lost more times than I could count. And I recognized what stood before us in Vex's corpse. "Nihilus," I breathed, ancient terror flooding through me. "The Devourer of Realms." Everyone looked at me, confused and terrified. "From Dragonborn legends," I explained quickly. "A primordial entity that destroyed three realms before being sealed away between realities. How did it get here?"

Scrape. “He hasn’t left the sanctum in weeks,” the boy said, glancing up toward the ceiling like the King might hear him through the stone. “Not since the regional summit. Is it true he can hear whispers through the black walls?” “He hears everything,” the woman muttered. “The magic in this place belongs to him. That’s why the princes bow. That’s why Warlord Hoax is careful when he speaks. Xorax isn’t just a man anymore. People who forget that don’t come back down these stairs.”

And brooding over all were the warlocks, with their blue lips and dread powers, seldom seen but much feared. She would have been lost without Xaro. The gold that she had squandered to open the doors of the Hall of a Thousand Thrones was largely a product of the merchant's generosity and quick wits. As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.