I Raised A Black Dragon Novels & Stories

“Engage and isolate.” My dragon dives. The wind howls past my ears as the battlefield rushes upward to meet us. I choose the first hostile dragon I see—dark scaled, larger than most, circling toward Aurelion’s position. The fool never even notices me. I slam into him from above. The impact rattles my teeth. My claws tear across his wing joint before he can react, and the dragon screams as the membrane splits beneath my strike. He drops out of the sky in a spiral. I do not bother watching him fall.

Zelia clicked her tongue as she called Black Dragon,"Oi, Black Dragon, are you still sleeping? Mother ask you something." The Black Dragon's tattoo crawled all up to her left cheeks but it's a mini version that fit her half face. The Black Dragon's eyelids open as his purple eyes was seen by them. Reves and Mae were also shock, they can't also recovered from Zelia, calling the Empress, Mother, then a dragon crawled from her neck all the way to her cheeks as the Black Dragon awaken. Mae almost fainted, thankfully Reves catch her. The Black Dragon spoke, "Oh? What do you want to ask, Empress Zenneth?"

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

It was going to take more than Ivor’s reaction to leave him trembling in fear like Orange Ivy. “I thought the same. But it seems we were wrong.” Black Hand was probably the most relaxed person here. Although when he met Ivor the first time he revealed a pathetic image to the man, displaying the behavior of someone afraid of the one known as Ivor the Insane, he wasn’t truly afraid of Ivor. That was just good acting. He needed to create such an impression because Ivor didn’t know at the time that he was a descendant of the Black Dragon. And descendants of the Black Dragon didn’t fear Ivor. They were only wary of him. Their pride in their ancestor wouldn’t allow them to harbor such fear.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

I finally realized that Mother had never loved me, and choosing Roscoe or Marin would not change anything. Since that was the case, I would choose neither of them. I walked to the far end of the hall and picked up a black wolf that no one wanted. I chose a mate who was loyal and ruthless, not an ungrateful carp that bonded with someone else before I was even dead. Holding the black wolf in my arms, I said calmly, “Mother, I refuse to take what Alora rejected, and I won’t share my spirit treasures.” “You used to share half of everything with Alora. Who taught you such selfishness? Have you no sense of sisterly affection?”

And again. Until I saw it. One of the men, the tallest among them, turned slightly towards the camera. It was just a flash of his neck but I caught something. I tapped on the keyboard, zooming in and confirming my suspicion. It was truly a coiled black dragon. "Bastardo," I growled under my breath, clenching my teeth together. I shoved away from the monitor, the chair clattering to the ground behind me. The fury in my chest kept building until I couldn't hide it in any longer.

How ironic. But death proved enough times that doesn't want her. The air trembles as a huge black beast rushes through the air, straight to Astrid. She can't figure out if it's a dream or not until the cold scales of the dragon touch her skin. The last thing she sees before everything goes black is the face of the murderous king grinning at her.

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.