Dragons Of Light 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.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

he then beckoned her to follow him. Minerva's heart thudded heavily against her rib cage as she followed Dalton. She scaled through the staircase as apprehension filled her inside. ‘What were the dragons doing here in the RedShire capital?’ she thought to herself. It was dark outside and the expanse of cobblestone ground was lit up by burning torches. She leaned forward so she could get a better view of what was happening below. She gasped when her eyes fell on dark-scaled dragons prowling in the courtyard. “What is going on?” He asked no one in particular. Her eyes almost bulge out when one of the dragons whips his head at a window, shattering the glasses.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

Wrapped in blinding light As every dragon looked up in astonishment. Because above the forest Two enormous figures had appeared. One dragon made of golden light. One phoenix made of silver-violet fire. And they were flying together.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The people and the knights, exhausted from battle, felt relief flood their hearts as these rays of light vanquished the creatures into the dust. Light also poured through the hole created in the barrier and vanquished the beasts standing on the palace grounds. A shield of light covered the palace and protected it from the exploding orbs. Seeing this, the dragon yelled out in fury. "NOO!" Its eyes bled red. From his mouth, a huge roar of intense red flames shot straight at Luna's father.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

"The highest level of magic is level 10 spells. These spells require a high level of mana that only pink-eye dragons have. Therefore, it would take 5 average dragons to work together to perform just one level 10 spell." "Then what's the highest level of spell normal dragons can use?" "If they have strong mana, they can get up to level 6, the odd level 7 spell. But, on the other hand, the average dragon with a normal level of mana can only learn up to level 3 with the odd level 4 spell. So when someone uses a level of spell higher than they can manage, they need a second dragon to help them fuel the mana requirement." "What level do you think I am?"