Dragon Solider Novels & Stories

He slammed right into a large stone wall, his body trembling. “H-How could I be injured? It shouldn’t be… ugh! This sword!” The little dragon realized that the sword piercing his body was the Dragon Conqueror’s Sword—a sword capable of draining a dragon’s blood—but how could the Blood Sect possess it? He recognized the person who owned this sword; the little dragon’s expression changed as he stared at the Eighth Elder. “Da Bo, is that you?” the little dragon shouted, staring at the Eighth Elder, who was smiling broadly.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

But something else did. My wolf. He rose inside me—not snarling, not fighting—watching. Listening. Recognizing. “Tyla,” I rasped. “Be careful.” She knelt beside Ash. The moment her fingers touched his face— The entire frozen world cracked like glass. Time resumed. Darkthorn soldiers roared. My warriors charged. Chaos erupted. I drew my blade and shifted halfway, letting claws tear through my fingers. I met the first wave with a snarl, ripping through flesh and armor like parchment.

She didn’t need a sixth sense or a third eye to see that. “Hey! Are the two of you going to help us kill the rest of these Beelzanborg assholes or keep playing kissy face?” Flint asked from just a few feet away. Realizing he was right, and they had work to do, Nya hopped to her feet, offering Slate her hand. His shirt was still torn and bloody where the arrow had pierced him, but other than that, it was clear he’d made a full recovery. Both of them pulled their swords and moved to finish rounding up the last of the evil soldiers who had taken so much from the dragons all of those years ago. Today was a day of reckoning, when they would pay for their crimes, and Nya was proud to be a part of

Suddenly, her mood changes again. Drake maintained his stern yet dangerous look. “I’m not eavesdropping stray,” he blurted, facing his soldier, who was now shaking. “You, stay away from my stray!” he said with his thunderous tone. “I-I’m sorry, alpha. I appreciated the stray’s beauty…” the soldier stuttered. “No one else can appreciate her beauty!” he said, furious. Emily knitted her forehead; she was giving him a confusing look. “What are you doing, alpha? I thought you were busy with someone else?” she asked interrogatively.

There are so many wanderers like me, victims of their dragon overlords who think only of their pleasure and entertainment, not caring who they hurt as long as they can continue as they always have. But the nation is restless. It is no mistake that the Solar Rebellion has grown so large. Their families have been slaughtered or taken to fill the mines or the houses of their winged masters, they have been used as fuel, and seen as disposable. Once you take their dignity, their families, and their livelihoods, joining a rebellion somehow becomes the safest way to go. So no matter where I travel, I have no shortage of company and no shortage of stories, most of which are tragic.

The war has begun sooner than I had anticipated. Warriors from every clan have gathered to help stop the rogues but it may not be enough. These rogues fear what they do not understand and they want to wipe out me and family. We are the last of the Silver Dragons. “Thierry how are we doing out there,” I ask, one of my best friends. Thierry is an Alpha from the wolf pack in the other realm called earth.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose)

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.