Dragon Revenge Novels & Stories

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

Drake POV She then starts attacking the dragons with her powers. Waving her hand in a brushing off motion, several dragons are sent flying into the walls of the dome. She then clenches her hand, like she is trying to wring something out. I hear another few dragons coughing and gasping for air, before they drop to the ground lifelessly. Only 6 dragons remain, of which one I now see is Lucian, the man she was mated to. That f*cking prick! Lola moves Lucian aside from the other dragons with a twist of the wrists, before pushing her hands forward with her palms open. An ice blizzard shoots from her hand and crashes into the 5 remaining dragons beside Lucian. “Saving the best for last, MATE” Lola

Just as he was about to attack; the Black Dragon’s head snapped in his direction and his eyes locked on to the black eyes of his… “dragon-dame.” Rocha's eyes widen as the Golden Dragon tackled her to the ground. They both flew across the ground, knocking over trees before coming to a stop several yards away from the Trifecta. Rocha was confused on what had happen when she locked eyes with the male dragon. She thought she heard him call her his dragon-dame which was ridiculous there was no way a golden dragon could be her male. Rocha drew in a breath and let out her dragons flame at Dradon's head, but he managed to use his claws to turned her head towards the sky, before her flames hit him.

"She will hang." A surge of fury erupted from within me, my eyes ablaze, searing heat coursing down my face and across my body. An audible gasp swept through the crowd as the ground beneath me started to crumble. The two soldiers, still gripping me, strained to maintain their footing as I seized the opportunity to grab them. With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd.

Lord Dragnon moved from side to side, effortlessly and elegantly avoiding Robbert's attacks like they were just a whisk of wind blowing over his shoulder. “Is this really all you have to offer?” Lord Dragon asked, then slammed his fist into Robbert's stomach. Robbertwas sent flying to the end of the room. He crashed into the wall, causing it to crack, then leaped back at his father almost immediately after, growling loudly.

His dragon shattered. Dante’s dragon, Drayon, flared up in anger. He took over from a shocked Dante and furiously lashed out, “We have been only with YOU. How dare you accuse us of infidelity ! And we are not using you. We are loving you. Dante has been with only one man and that is YOU. How dare you accuse us of something so atrocious and talk about killing yourself ! HOW FVCKING DARE YOU,” he yelled. It was a wonder that Talon slept through that yelling match too.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“She’s my reason. You will never have to worry about how I treat her.” “We shall see.” “A dragon’s word is not something we consider concrete.” Toril’s voice was cold and her glare was even colder. “It was a dragon who struck first blood among our kind.” “Perhaps it was, but only because your ruthless bullying was unchecked.” I watched as darkness flickered in Toril’s eyes. “Our ruthless bullying? There is so much you don’t understand. Partly because you can’t see past that blinding ego. Tell me … who is stronger, a dragon or a drangel?”