Dragon Sin Meliodas Novels & Stories

The Storm Dragons become more vicious in their attacks and one of them bit off the wings off from his body. Lightning rained down on Beemo's battered body as he screamed in pain on top of his lungs until he became silent and eventually lost consciousness. Xasha ended the spell and Beemo Dropped to the ground, unmoving. He called his Storm Dragons to his side and stood on top of one of their heads, waiting for the arrival of Beemo's reinforcement. There was no point running at this point, they would only chase after him and drag the rest of his guild into this fight.

Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 0/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 225 STR:75 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 500 INT:100 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :62 AGI:62 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic). Advanced Stealth(Unique), Super Enhanced(Mystic), Calm down(U), Ultra- Amplify(Unique),Poison Mastery(Mystic), Acid Mastery(Mystic) ,Bioshift(Unique), Blinking Steps(Mystic), Time Shift(Unique),FireBall(Rare), Stealing Life(Disaster), Judgement Seal(Unique), Superior life(Disaster) , Advanced Heal

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall. He was blind with hatred now. Every strike was meant to kill. I was no match for him. Lysander took a blow meant for me. He fell. "Seraphina! You do not deserve to bear a golden dragon! Die! All of you!" Drakon gathered every ounce of his power into his claw and charged straight at my child. CRASH. The sky went black. A crack of thunder split the world. Then a golden lance of lightning came screaming down from above.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Philip scratched his head and said, “I don't know either. I met a middle-aged man earlier and had a conversation with him about jade.” Ludo frowned and asked, “A middle-aged man? What’s his name?” “Claus Motley.” Philip did not hide the truth. Hearing this name, Ludo gasped and said, “I really don’t know if I should praise your good luck or what. Claus Motley is the Second Dragon King of Mystic City.” After saying that, Ludo glanced at Philip with jealousy before he turned to look at his jade stones. Philip and the others were also full of surprise.

And according to the news, none of the concubines of the Mormon King had any sons. The strength of the four youths began to attack Asmodeus. The eagle of fire belonging to the four youths flew, then swooped down. The claws of the fire eagle were ready to grab and tear Asmodeus' stomach. The Demon Lord just smiled, "So this is all you're capable of?" Asmodeus said very arrogantly. Red flames shot out of Asmodeus's body, then into the center of his trident. And the dragon that was twice as big appeared as it attacked Rafael and Michael.

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

The Monster and the Flower. After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him.