Dragon Lord Placidusax Lore Novels & Stories

He was a beloved prince stolen from his home and parents. A silver dragonborn stepped forward, “I am Falx. I am not a god or demigod, though I am of the lineage of Bahamut. This is my humanoid form. I have been the main protector of this body while it has been maltreated.” Sad eyes met my determined ones. I then looked around at the others. The wolf stepped forward and I stepped back with a knowing smile, “Lucius, it is a pleasure to see you. I never knew you would ever take a vassal.”

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

What was the surprise that couldn’t wait until evening? ***** Palash Mithra (Dada) He was a hard-working boy. At 20 he had already managed to find a job as a car mechanic. It gave him a meagre but steady income. When he had lost his parents 6 years back, he was heartbroken. He did not allow himself to grieve. He had a lovely little sister who had to be taken care of. He came from a family where women were respected and treated as equals. The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power.

'' ''I will tell you a story, listen carefully, there was once a young girl about your age, barely seventeen in a tiny town called Pumwa who could bind lightning, those were very troubling times, two fierce and powerful dragon lords were at war with each other, The conqueror and The whip, her family was dirt poor and with the war her older brother was stolen from the fields were he worked with other boys who were also taken, in the midst of all that hunger and chaos, she was marked with the dragon seal, a new dragon egg had hatched and with it a new dragon lord had emerged to whom she was a sage and then began what came to be known as the great hunt these two men both ransacked Hanorak in se

She questioned me with confused face and I turned my head up to stare deep in her eyes. “Every Dragon person has their own Dragon sprit which is our original Dragon form that we change into…. King Jamerian Borg he was a ghost who was living in mortal body of King Erlenduris because of which he was able to see my true form when we visited him in conference hall” I explained her

Sergeant Miller roared on the deck. I was not idle either. Under pressure, the Dragon Lord talent began to break through. My perception range expanded to two miles, and I could now command five hundred tamed creatures at once. I stood on the reef, eyes closed, sensing every corner of Shallow Bay. Every fish, every crab, every jellyfish beneath the water was in my consciousness. They were like my fingers, ready to move at will. Captain White walked over. "Lord, everything is ready." "Any news from the Cult?"

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

Then the whole family would be burned by the Church of the God of Order, and the land would be taken by the king without an owner. There has been no shortage of such madmen throughout history, but they have all died a horrible death, implicating their families. Even after death, their souls had to be punished. The lord is a dragon vein sorcerer, so naturally he believes in the dragon god. Because the Stewart domain is wealthy, the temple was built with a high-end atmosphere and quality.

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

A low resonance thrummed through the air — warm, harmonic, alive. “Wh-what are these?” I asked, unable to tear my eyes away. “Runes?” “Divine runes appear naturally on chosen gods, goddesses, and ancient beings — like your dragon,” Azum said. We both looked at baby Zxlorthon as he stretched his small wings, green runes glowing along their delicate membranes. Flying off my arm, he perched atop the healing sphere and curled into himself. My heart raced faster as he began pouring his healing energy into the sphere.