Evil Dragon Name Novels & Stories

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

Zelia said and he immediately composed his self while Valerian was looking at them. "Grandpa, what's your human name?"Valerian asked Black Dragon who went to where Zelia is. Black Dragon glare at him, "Stop calling me grandpa, I'm not your grandpa." Valerian nodded his head with amazed look,"Wow, you have a long and weird name, Stop calling me grandpa I'm not your grandpa." Black Dragon huff in annoyance while Valerian was just laughing. "Do you want to die? That's not my name! Tsk, my human name is Law."

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

They heard her heavy breathing as if trying to fight the nervousness coming in. Daeira couldn't even think precisely now as she tried to recall what were the names that this king was called in the Nazi. Bultungin? which means man changing beast, a shapeshifter dragon? A hybrid werewolf-hyena? Buda? He-demon? She gasped when she felt the cold claws gripping her flesh on the neck while he regarded her with impatience through his glistening crimson eyes. She then remembered that sinful intercourse on her dream, he had urged her to say his name...louder. Was that it? This king's name?

Until it was as big as the dragon emperor himself, but it did not stop and continued to grow. "I am a sign of doom and I am destruction itself. All my enemies will die under my feet, no exception, whether they are gods or my own dragon clan. I fly alone, and my life is only for myself. Destroyer dragon, that is my name to those who fear me. Ah!!! Rage and turn this world into pieces that even an ant's eye cannot see." Said the voice in the darkness, which slowly revealed a pair of large, red eyes from within the darkness.

Most of the dragons were sleeping, except for one: the largest, most ferocious of the bunch. My dragon. Igantius. He was large and foreboding, with leathery wings and dark red scales. His eyes glowed as he saw me. Despite his terrifying appearance, Iggy was a big puppy dog when it came to me. I took my time greeting him and scratching his scales. I started saddling him up to ride when I heard a voice from behind me. “He’s a special dragon.” It was Esmeralda. “He’s a magnificent beast,” I said, turning to face her.

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.