Godlike Dragon Naruto Fanfiction Council Bashing Novels & Stories

They were waiting for me to speak, or rather, demand. I could almost hear the quickening of their hearts. They’d forgotten their place. I stood in the center of the room, letting my presence fill the space. The power I carried, even as a cursed and dying dragon. They had no idea how close they were to their end. The table was scattered with scrolls, ink blots, and half-burned candles. The High Council, a collection of snakes and sycophants, had gathered their evidence—probably thinking they’d pass a judgment. The audacity.

“Care to elaborate, fearless leader?” I looked at each of them, letting the words settle before I spoke again. “The Council is untouchable because they control everything—the power, the laws, the way people see the world. They think they’re untouchable because they’ve spent centuries making sure no one even thinks about fighting back.” I straightened. “So we stop going at them like this is a war we can win with swords and fire. We tear them down from the inside.” Silence. Then Bastian let out a low, humorless laugh. “You want to infiltrate the Council?”

he began cautiously, “have you given any thought to the council’s suggestion about taking a new wife? It would solidify your position and—” A surge of anger shot through me, and I barely restrained the urge to shift. My power flared, suffocating the room with its intensity. “Enough!” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls. The council members visibly trembled, their faces pale with fear. “I will not hear another word about that.” They bowed their heads, gasping for breath as the pressure of my dominance crushed them. “We apologize, Alpha,” one of them stammered. “It won’t be brought up again.”

I was just hurt that Max would be a part of such a horrific joke! “Actually, your mate is right. I noticed it years ago when you were still a part of the council, but I never said anything. I couldn’t believe that it was real. There has never been an alpha of alphas, but we’ve all known that it was possible. We just never saw something like it. It would also explain why the dragon listened to you. She might have felt your power. It’s the only explanation as to why she made you make that promise.” The chairman grinned, and I noted some of the alphas nodding.

I furrowed my brows at what Fafnir was insinuating. "Would it really result in that?" "Well, they kill or banish dragons that want to accept their non-dragon mates." "Because we let them," Fafnir stated matter-of-factly, making sure I understood what he was saying. And I did. His words hit home. We let them. Every single time we don't stand up for what is right, we are allowing those wrong-doings to take place. We are deities, and yet we allow the council to do as they wish instead of standing up to them. For what reason? Because we're afraid of no longer being the dragons' deities? Do the consequences of standing up to them really outweigh letting things continue? How have the roles become

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“You have to be really naive if you believe that, brat! Our Dragon God Clan has seen all kinds of awful things. Hehe, you’ve beaten our young master to such an extent, do you think we’ll be able to let you go?” The bald man coldly exclaimed. “That’s right, brat. You know, our young master’s status is quite a precious one and the truth is, 3.8 million isn’t really a concern but since you dare make a move on the members of our Dragon God Clan, you’ve sealed your current fate!” After the bearded man was done speaking, he squatted slightly next to Fane, and with a slight twitch of his foot, the dagger shot out of his hand. The blade morphed into a greyish glint as it flew directly toward Fane’s

Diana sighs in exasperation. “The Council disagrees.” “The Council is stupid and close-minded and solely focused on maintaining their power. They see you as a monster because you’re a threat.” “I can’t wait until we find them,” I growl. “The demons will find them eventually. We just have to be patient and prepare for the war we’re going to start.”

“I know you well enough to know you won’t want anything to happen to them. Unless, of course, you think you will never amount to anything but a bug in her life –” Aidan growled. “This truce is temporary. When she chooses me, you will step down from your throne.” “You know that’s not possible,” said Niquel calmly. “The Dragon Council will gladly replace me with someone more … willing to hear of their reforms.” “Expendable,” he scoffed. “You always were the useless heir.” “I could say the same for you, Aidan.” Niquel sat on the chair opposite him and leaned forward to emphasize his words. “You are and had always been … afraid of losing control. Too bad your sister isn’t around to teach you –”