God Dragon Novels & Stories

asked Lana again. "I don't have time for this," June replied again as she was about to walk away. “Drake will live forever, until someone kills him. Drake was an immortal being, he was no ordinary dragon. That's why he's called the Dragon King,” said Lana. Those words made June stop.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

If I guess it correctly, you and White Horse framed me for Zoey's defilement, right? Uh… Weston was stunned. He was embarrassed and at a loss for words. Darryl took a deep breath. He could not contain the contempt he felt and said, "The dragon is the most powerful godly beast in the Nine Mainland, a symbol of justice and the good in the world. Do you think someone as devious and cunning as you is worthy of a dragon?" Weston's face turned bright red; he was extremely embarrassed and angry. "F*ck!" Weston pointed at Darryl's nose and cursed. "Darryl, stop being a stuck-up! You're about to die anyway. How dare you lecture me?"

Apparently Rodrigar has a skill to duplicate his body into several copies, and this dragon is Rodrigar’s duplicated self. Rodrigar shot me a side glance. “It’s Clairmont. I thought I’ve told you before.” I fluttered my eyes a bit. “Clairmont? As in, Clairmont Rodrigar?” Rodrigar nodded. My God. Clairmont Rodrigar, golden eyes with a slight tinge of red, bronze skin, and a dragon. Why didn’t I think about this before? In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos.

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.

the elite elven knight asked in bewilderness. " I don't think so but maybe he can be a cultivator of mana abilities. There's not only elves that can have super abilities," Loren replied, as he continued watching Drystan flying out of the blue flames. Right now Drystan looked like the angel of death, his long ,wide wings and long hair. The knights and Loren witnessed the appearance of creator god . Yes, Drystan was god of creation and time. When God himself gets pissed on some beings he created,then the destruction comes.

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

"The godking is not human, not in the sense that you or I would understand. He is... something else. Something that has existed far longer than anyone realized." The crystal's light took on a reddish hue as it displayed the godking alone in a chamber of black stone. His form seemed to ripple and shift, revealing glimpses of a much more monstrous appearance beneath the human facade—multiple limbs, a twisted, elongated spine, eyes that burned with an inner fire. Rex felt Fafnir's consciousness surge forward with startling intensity. 'Demon,' the dragon's voice hissed within his mind, filled with a hatred so ancient and powerful that it momentarily overwhelmed Rex's senses. 'One of the Void-Tou

Green Dragon brought the tea to Draco and thanked him with a salute. Draco examined Green Dragon for a moment, then he also saluted and greeted, “You are Green Dragon, a Gate Master of Six Doors, right? Nice to meet you.” “That’s right, I used to belong to Six Doors, but now, I have joined the Dragun Squad. I am escorting Brother Tyr here under the Lord’s orders,” Green Dragon replied with a nod. “I am really grateful to you guys.” Draco lifted his cup and toasted Green Dragon with a cup of tea instead of wine.