Highschool Dxd Black Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, werewolf Alpha Jax Cole has built his legacy on strength and loyalty to his pack. When the Monster League drafts dragon Jude Stone, the first of his kind in centuries, old hatreds ignite. What begins as a fierce on-field rivalry quickly turns into a dangerous, magnetic attraction. As Jax and Jude battle centuries of bloodshed and betrayal, stolen moments and raw desire threaten everything they hold dear. With ancient clans watching and their careers on the line, their forbidden love could either heal old wounds or spark a war that destroys them both.In a world where supernatural species dominate professional sports, wer

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.

"Kill them. Let these bastards of the Fiends see that Earth is not easy to bully." The sounds of killing were loud. With the help of the Purple Thunder Doom, the battle was one-sided. "Immortal Emperor Chu, you will regret it." The Fiend Emperor said in a cold voice. The foul aura around him swept around and turned into giant black pythons, rushing toward the Earth warriors. However, before these giant black pythons could rush over, they were forcibly torn apart by the descending Purple Thunder Doom.

the king of Dreadmoor yelled into the storm worried for his daughter. “Don’t worry dad, no one can hurt my sister with me here” Prince Oscar yelled as he slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall. Fueled by anger, the Phoenix flew directly into the red dragon, slicing his neck open. He tried to sink his teeth into her, and she kicked him with both feet. He quickly sunk his talon into her thigh, and she screeched in pain. The dragon hit her in the head with his powerful tail and knocked her out. Cyrus had her now, and he took off with her in his talons.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

"If we perish, they will no longer restrain themselves. Though Emperor Huang has already oppressed the people with suffocating taxes, he still holds back, fearing the unified voice of the White-path sects. If we are gone, nothing remains to check his tyranny." "Then what must we do? Submit to his decree just to preserve our lives? Everyone knows no sect surpasses the Sacred Dragon Sect. Had the Crimson Demon Sect not acted alone back then, Huang Fu would never have triumphed. Now, with his position as emperor and as leader of the Alliance of Gongliao, who can survive opposing them? If even the heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword was beheaded, then—" Elder Kang cut himself short, suddenly remembe

“Let the memory of her pleas be the last good thing you experience in life.” And then he shifted. The crack of bone, the ripple of flesh—his dragon form erupted from within, wings stretching wide enough to cast the entire chamber into shadow. Scales shimmered with molten gold and iron, his eyes burning twin suns of wrath. And then he descended. Not in rage. Not in blind fury. But with purpose. Precision. Fire claimed the first of them—searing, consuming, leaving nothing but bones blackened in the blink of an eye. The next tried to flee. He leapt, but Rhazien’s jaws met him mid-air. A crunch, a spray of blood, and silence.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.