Evil Dragon Novels & Stories

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“How so?” She got up and fetched a book before opening it to some pages in the middle. “Like I said before, I’ve seen some pretty interesting things in this long life of mine, and Eligor and his mate are high up there. Eligor is a dark wizard who went too far with his magic. He tried to create a new specie, but the spell failed and instead he turned himself into a botched version of what he was trying to create. It’s why their faces never stop moving. It’s creepy, and I guess it works to scare whoever they encounter, but it wasn’t intentional. When he met his mate, she was a different creature altogether, and he thought by performing the spell on her, which he’d tried to perfect over the yea

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I discern, "Wait dragon's are bad news for the current me…. I still do not possess the body and strength to conquer a dragon." I got pulled inward and I was swinging around, I was also hurled back and forth from the floor towards the ceiling. Clang!! I opened my eyes and it grew larger upon eating the corpse inside the game. “Wait seriously?!” "The Tyrant Seducer, The Forbidden Snake of Eden" If I remember correctly this is the cursed snake that coerced Aunt Eve into touching the forbidden fruit.... "You never really learn don't you!" If I remember correctly, he is a former demon working under the wings of Satan. Now, he is known to be one of the strongest mythical beasts of Hell. Well, I mi

“A-A dragon! No! Black scales with red stripes like flames of the Nether World, there are no other dragon that has this kind of character but one – ” Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton cut Gukasho’s nonsensical rumbling, “ – the Calamity Dragon. No one has ever got this beast as a familiar, not even Damon. The closest beast to a Calamity Dragon is the Hydria also known as the three-headed water beast, but the sheer power and catastrophe that the Calamity Dragon brings are unmatched. Many hoped to get this familiar and many failed.” What?

She shook her head from her thoughts and read through the book. She reviewed the basics on each of the realm’s noble families. The Dregok was known for its dragon armies and magic of war with the use of the element of fire and shadow magic. They dominated and destroyed other realms before trying to take the other twelve. They were able to join four other realms within their own through their war tactics. They used their alliance with the shadow dragons to take down these other demon realms. There was a picture of one individual from the Dregok realm. The picture was labeled in a script that she could not read. The picture was more like a painting. It showed a man who had cat eye looking eyes

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance. “This is it,” Dougal calls. “Let’s go!” Maeve answers. Maeve takes Azazel. Dougal charges Ramiel. Win and I? We go for the lizard. Dagon is a walking nightmare—upright reptilian body, weird beard, talons, and all. He fights with teeth and claws, no weapons, but he’s fast. We come at him from both sides—Win on the right, me on the left—swords and axes flying.