I Raised A Black Dragon Wiki Novels & Stories

The moment Clara clenched the ruby in her palm, a terrifying pressure surged through the Dragon Abyss. The stench of death spread in all directions as the slumbering evil dragon finally opened its eyes. Clara was so terrified that her legs nearly gave out. She trembled violently and stammered, "There really… There really is an evil dragon down here!" The dragon's body was shrouded in black miasma. It opened its blood maw wide and slithered closer to Clara with obvious malice.

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

he cursed under his breath. "No matter what happens, you can turn back the old Isaac, Ava Peterson. You turned Isaac Foster into Black Dragon. I'll make sure tht you'll regret breaking me into pieces," he murmured to himself and drive away.

To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will. And still, no dragon emerged. So when he had heard the telltale roars of a living, breathing dragon, that day in the Badlands - Albrecht had known his miasma would provide no defense against one of the greatest, unspeakable powers in existence. “Coward,” Elton spits. His head slams violently against the table in the next moment, hard enough to crack the wood. Crimson Blood spills from the corner of his lip.

She was too numb to stand up herself, so she kneeled in front of him, panting, wide-eyed. “You,” she said. “You’re not human.” “I’m a dragon, Anzi.” “But you’re a man.” “I’m both.” He grasped her wrists and pulled her closer. “There are only a few of us. Not enough to fight for long. I thought I could kill him, but there’s something wrong. He has black magic strong enough to keep him alive even when I crush his heart.” “I know. You should have told me! I could have warned you that—”

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

He looked at me, looked himself, his arms stretched to me, unsure what to do… “Breathe my son, breathe…In.. and Out.”.. I touched his chest and shared life magic with him. With that he bent over and took a deep breath. The blood started spilling out of him creating a pool and when it reached me, it retracted back… Still on his knees, unable to move, I walked over to him. .. “Rise my son, rise Kal, My First Son, First Dragon King”.

“I don’t think I should ask but, what kingdom do you want to feast on?” The dragon snorted. “Dunno, probably a nearby kingdom or anything.” I sucked a sharp gasp. Was he the dragon that will destroy Rustaval just like in the novel’s plot? “…I won’t let you destroy Rustaval, you know?” The black dragon looked taken aback, before he suddenly bellowed a guffaw. “What? Did you give your blessings to that faggot kingdom? Interesting.” Anger gradually welled up inside me. “They are not a faggot kingdom!”

“Now we wait and see what happens.” “What happens if this takes time?” Apollo asked skeptical of the magic of witches. He just watched his king be swept into a glob that was suppose to help them. “Told me it would be almost instant.” Hasik spoke and if on cue Charles was lifted into the air before be let out a painful scream. His body illuminating black. This had Hasik confused. There was no such thing as a black dragon. He though maybe it was just the power of the witch so he didn’t challenge it.