Dragon's Blade Novels & Stories

Shadowblade, unhesitating and sneering, transformed his black sword into countless black dragons, drawing an endless surge of power from within himself. Three different lights appeared in the sky—Rozi's purple aura, Adrian's dragon of golden fire, and Shadowblade's black dragons. Seconds later, the three lights clashed with unbelievable might, forcing Strider and the others to swiftly put up barriers to protect themselves. "I will kill all of you!” Shadowblade roared, charging at Adrian and Rozi with his black dragons. Simultaneously, the pair released all their energy, and their powers met mid-air.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

Something is amiss, but before I can even make an attempt to run to their call, there is a group of four men approaching Dagon and me. Their presence is ominous, their attention clear. They are here to take us and take us by force. And by what force? By the dagger that yields the hand of one of these mortals, by its deep blue, purple shine, it is very clear that these are indeed part of the seven horsemen, and the very dagger is the Darkmoon blade, a blade forged to kill even the strongest of mythical creatures. If you can master the power of such a blade, then you can harness all the power that it does possess. But this still does not explain why Connor and Elloise are missing, for their po

Edith No! Woefully! My vision does not fool me. It is a dragon! A real, giant dragon with all its bones, flesh, and blood. Well, I suppose they do have blood. And all those terrible and ugly horns and nails. It is flapping its giant wings to keep its body swing in one place, at the height of the castle's balcony, which is the extension of the ball hall. Into its sight, my breath is taken away. For a while, I forget to breathe until my lungs tell me to do so. Then I take a deep, sharp breath. Oh! My God! What does it want? What is looking for here?

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

He was my father’s right-hand man, the one who had taught me sword fighting as a child, the one who had always been by my father’s side. And now, he was raising a strange black-bladed dagger, its tip aimed at Drake’s undefended back. Time slowed. Drake wasn’t aware of him. He thought the fight was over. But Kael had waited. He had hidden until the perfect moment. The dagger he held—something in it made my blood go cold. It was not an ordinary weapon. It was meant to kill dragons. I had to do something. Now. Instinctively, without hesitation—I jumped forward.

“First, Queen Gaea showed herself to you. Second, she knew what was going to happen, and third, she was telling you to become the Bane of the Dragons instead of Elijah Trueblade? Did you even know the story behind the Trueblade family?” Sophia shrugged. “I didn’t bother to. But if you could tell me now, oh great Smartass,” she teased slightly. Caiden shook his head and sighed. “In the very shortest version of the story, the Trueblade family is the only family who can control the dragons.” He stared at her with his intelligent dark eyes. “Why don’t you pay him a visit, Soph?” ~O~O~O~ After two weeks of meditating every chance she got, Sophia felt she was ready to give the Life and Death Magic

“In the time before the battle, the Minotaurs had indeed been great friends to humankind. While they were physically much more powerful and imposing, and possessing far more knowledge of magic, they were a peaceful people, wishing only to live in harmony with those around them. They had assisted in some minor conflicts in the Kingdom, Volnar Nev in particular giving aid. In thanks for his efforts and bravery, the King commissioned a special Khortaal for him. A version of the unique blades wielded by the Black Knights, modified to accommodate his larger, inhuman bulk and with Minotaur runes inlaid into the hilt. There was no other blade like it. “As I said, during the battle against Neyalha,