Novel & Cerita Dragon Lord Placidusax Lore

The eyes glinted pure gold, symbolizing the elitism of all his descendants who had continuously ruled the realm until now. As the first Hyborn ever existed during the Age of the Empyreal Gods, the dragons soon worshipped Lord Hylos, proclaiming him as the Volcanic Deity and God of Dragons. It had been known that Hylos had a thousand heads—and that he had the longest, most enormous body among all beasts in this world.

"Sorry, I was... Sorry." "It's okay," Ale said. "I needed a heart attack anyway." He chuckled. "My pleasure." Garthildur gave Ale a look. She turned slightly pink, but ignored him. "What had you so riled up?" she asked. "Bad dream." Seth related his dream to them. Garthildur leaned back in his seat and made a thoughtful sound. "There are rumors that Lord Delmar works for a black dragon," Ale said. "Some even say the black dragon gave him part of his power."

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

“They are the three Supreme Deities … the Three Pillars of Divinity … the Three Points of the Triangle … the ones who created our world before the Age of the Empyreal Gods.” “So they’re like the gods of the gods we have now?” “Yes,” Jade replied. “Now back to our subject … the Adentus gave the Power Crystals to the three countries surrounding Galadhor.” “Three countries?” Arth asked. “Is Glacia one of them?” Arth looked at the map. Galadhor was indeed found at the center of Earthos. “First was Drava, the western region of Earthos,” Jade pointed at the left side of the map. “It is a country with hot climate, and it is where most dragons have lived. The people of Drava worship Phlareus; the Su

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

She knew something wasn’t right, especially after that telling glance. As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.”

All murmurs fall away into complete silence. Every dragon learns about the Nine: Supreme judges, dragons as old as time itself, born of the night, incarnate to devour the souls of misbehaving hatchlings. Also called Titans, they are believed to be the creators of our world, the heralds of destruction, marking the end of one reality to make way for the next. But as far as I know, nobody actually believes in the Nine. The idea of dragons so powerful that they can steal your soul from your body, draining you of your essence with a thought, is impossible and ridiculous.

Ghost's skill was indispensable. The Oak appeared next to the realm of the Dragons, although they are practically extinct, there are still some. My wolf is partly a dragon, which is why his name is Ghost Wyvern, so I had a vision of the Oak near one of the elders' caves. When this dragon wakes up, the whole balance of power will be destroyed, because killing an elder dragon is not for everyone. I still don't know what color the dragon is, but I do know that the magical aura of the Golden Oak is feeding this creature, and it will soon wake up. Not even a Lich with an army of Necromancers will be a match for this creature.