Draw Dragonball Novels & Stories

“Engage and isolate.” My dragon dives. The wind howls past my ears as the battlefield rushes upward to meet us. I choose the first hostile dragon I see—dark scaled, larger than most, circling toward Aurelion’s position. The fool never even notices me. I slam into him from above. The impact rattles my teeth. My claws tear across his wing joint before he can react, and the dragon screams as the membrane splits beneath my strike. He drops out of the sky in a spiral. I do not bother watching him fall.

she asked. Drake stood up and tried to shift into his dragon form, he grunted and pushed hard and slowly his skin was replaced by scales, the black onyx color shining even in the dimly lit cell. His fingers turned into claws and his body began to make an unusual creaking sound, that was when Drake stopped and with a deep breath returned back to complete human form.

she held up the lollipop in front of Karl's face, which frowned in confusion before finally, the man laughed at what she said. "Me?" "I'm serious! Why are you laughing?" she said again when she saw the laughing Karl. “I wonder what a dragon actually looks like. I mean, the dragons that I knew all the times are only from the legends or folktales. It's not like you. For instance, in China, the dragon doesn't have wings and their shape is like a snake with natural elements. Or in India, the dragon in their legend looks more like a snake in size and has a cute face—"

he muttered. Mason and Dale chuckled, but Drake was distracted. He was looking at the picture of the Dragon Relic, which was hung in the hallway. Dillon noticed what caught Drake's attention. "It's the picture of the Dragon Relic. My forefathers gathered that picture to take it away from the dragons. And every one of us knows how it ended" Dillon said. The Dragon Relic is something that looks like a huge glowing ball attached to an iron holder, which has one side look like an open palm, inside which is the ball placed.

Narleen panicked as she looked at him before they fell back on Rosalie. “I call to the Golden Dragon. Use my strength and appear.” Rosalie spoke as she held out her hand palm facing the sky. Out of her palm shot sheets of gold that floated into a beautiful dragon shape. She lifted her other hand and purple floated out of her hand forming her purple dragon. “You stand between a mothers dream and her son. Now you will feel the wrath.”

Wilbur put his hands together, muttering the chant before shouting, "First Level of Dragon Move: Lake Swimming Dragon!" As the words rang through the air, a ray of golden light formed a golden ball above Wilbur's head. The next second, it flew out and entered the dragon's body. Golden light flashed, and the otherwise transparent dragon turned a brilliant shade of gold. A loud explosion could be heard, and the Shadow King's body was blown to pieces.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

Meanwhile, Genbu's power in the form of a white mist surrounded Genbu's body like a ball on the outside and inside the dragon shield barrier that Zergenth created. Draco's mouth and clothes were covered in blood. However, he tried his best to stand up, and with the rest of his strength, Draco changed his form into a dragon shape and flew through the sky, trying to catch up with the gaps in the air that the dragon’s shield still lacked. Just as Draco accelerated his flight, the dragon shield closed completely so that Draco's dragon body hit the shield very hard, then fell and flew onto Genbu's back with a thunderous roar.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.