I Raised A Black Dragon Wiki Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I tried to create a windstorm to knock the Black dragon away from Cadma's mate, but the dragon was too big and too strong to be knocked away from her with my magic. Cadmas' mate began to fall to the ground below Ashina. Irlas's mate's wing had been torn off by the black dragon, which had left her unable to fly. It was Malcolm that stood on the back of the black dragon, and I was heading straight for his dragon. With a thud, I landed on the black dragon, quickly shifting into Kiera. I was ready to tear Malcolm apart limb by limb. Dragons can mind link anyone. Kiera asked, "What is your name dragon? So that I may know what to call you as you die by my paw."

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?"

I stood there as a massive black hybrid creature, half-dragon, half-wolf, eyes burning bright blue. But I wasn’t the only one shifting. Crux watched me for barely a breath… and then he shifted too. And he did it casually. Effortlessly, like shedding skin. His form exploded outward, bigger than mine three times over. His wings stretched so wide they brushed the walls. His scales were blacker than night itself, drinking in every trace of light. Vanta Black, a rage dragon leader’s color, almost invisible at night. He was darker than the shadows. Only his molten eyes glowed fiercely, ancient, superior can be seen. He was the leader of Rage Dragon who he inherited from his mother.

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 trembling so hard that she was pressured to get down on her knees. One had to know that this was only the Level 2 Immemorial Demonic Script. One could only imagine how terrifying Level 3 was. Nevertheless, the Black Dragon was a Rank 7 Evolved One. Hence, it still held a certain power. After regaining his composure and calming himself down, he figured that pressure would not work on Lucas. Thus, he stared fixedly at Lucas instead. "I will show you what true terror is, Human!" The Black Dragon roared and opened its big mouth. Moments later, black thunder and lightning shot out from within it.

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.

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I failed to shift. I was the heir to the Silver Serpent tribe, but all I could grow were a few ugly scales. My fiancé and my best friend stepped in front of me and roared at the crowd. "Shut up, all of you! Anyone who dares mock the heir is making an enemy of us!" While I was still downcast over my failure to shift, I overheard my best friend complaining to my fiancé that someone with inferior blood like mine had no right to hold on to the position of heir. She promised to help him take my place. Before long, rumors swept through the tribe that I had betrayed the Beast God and was nothing but a lowly lizard. My fiancé tied me to a stake in the ceremonial square

There were no chains. I stepped backward without thinking and my heel caught on the carpet and I went down on one hip. The dragon was already moving. It poured across the stone in one long lunge, and was on me before I could draw breath, its forelegs bracketing me on either side, the great hot weight of its chest above my face. I was going to die in this room. I had time to know it. I made myself look up. The eye was very close. A river of black slit down the middle of the yellow. Inside the slit was a darkness I could not name.

he asked them. They all nodded their heads. In stance they got ready for the fight against the wild beast. “William how are we doing on the black hole?” asked the Emperor. “Ruby lend me a drop of your blood, and Eric,” shouted William. “What?” asked Eric. “Give me a drop of your blood.” “Why?” “Because only the dragon and phoenix can close the black hole.” “Oh,” they both said. They both cut their fingertips and gave William a drop of their blood.