Dragon Lord Placidusax Lore Novels & Stories

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

Meeting Sam's piercing gaze filled it with dread, and it quickly turned to Aria, its eyes flitting about as it said, "As if I'd dare ask my lord about his current whereabouts. The masters atop Mount Dracotigris likely know better than I do. They're more vigilant against my lord." Aria wasn't that gullible. She raised a brow. "You said that he was waiting for my younger brother." "Uh, this is something every arcane seeker knows. Don't you know?" the majestic lizard said, its tone serious. "The lord only arises when the primordial beasts acknowledge him as their master. That's why I wanted to take Chaos with me—to search for signs of the lord." The majestic lizard wasn't lying about this. It'd

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

“Hence the no lair and no rank. My father moved away and lived his life, raising us and working on his farm.” “Technically you can claim the lair in Aurora because of the familial link.” “I could but technically we live in another state and have no dealings with the lair.” “Unfortunately there is no division for gray dragons so as a start you’ll have to join the violet division.” “I really don’t care what division I’m in.” “Your aura is strong, what have you been doing since finishing school?” Sorin’s eyes were inquisitive and I could tell that he missed nothing.

👀 🔥 Court of Fire - Passion, rage, destruction, rebirth Lady Maelira Volarix - wild red hair, temper hotter than dragon breath, rumored pyromancer Lord Cassian Volarix - sharp jaw, sharper wit, plays politics like chess, fire dances in his palms 🌊 Court of Water - Emotion, healing, secrets, drowning beauty Lady Nymira Crestvale - stunning and silent, her tears are said to hold memories Lord Sylien Crestvale - high-born snob with ocean eyes, calm exterior, hides many betrayals

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”

Cicero nodded, “That black dragon is the mount of that supreme warrior back then. Before he exhausted his luck and life span to lay the seal, he divided the black dragon into two, which were the dragon spirit and the dragon corpse. The dragon corpse was sealed in a chaotic enchantment, while the dragon spirit was transformed into the Fiery Lexicon. “When the great disaster in the future is approaching, the chosen one can use the magic books to become a God. The dragon spirit and dragon corpse will be combined into one. The dragon would pass the trial together with the chosen one, helping him to break through and become a new God.” Both Magus and Xavion were stunned at this point. The former

Emi inquired. "A Dragon Lord possesses longevity, for one. Take Lucian, for example. He will stop aging at thirty years old and won't resume aging for thousands of years," Visenya elaborated. "Additionally, Dragon Lords possess the ability to produce two types of fire: red and blue. Their red fire is like any other fire, capable of burning and destroying, but their blue fire possesses incredible healing capabilities." Emi's eyes widened with wonder as she contemplated the concept. "A fire that can heal?"

Darryl smiled calmly and said, "I'm the Royal Master, the Nine Heaven Sage, and the Dragon Lord of the Divine Dragon Clan. My name is Darryl Darby." His voice was not loud, but it sounded as loud as thunder to the dragon. 'Royal Master… Nine Heaven Sage… Dragon Lord…' Any of those identities were extremely noble and supreme. Yet, the man was all those. A second later, the scaled dragon reacted and quickly landed. It bowed and spoke respectfully, "Sir Darryl, please forgive me for my rudeness." It panicked in fear that its heart nearly jumped out of its chest. It did not doubt Darryl because it could sense the Red Lotus Fayette in the man. And what was Red Lotus Fayette? A treasure that only