I The Dragon Overlord Novels & Stories

"Yes I am April's mate, chosen by free will and bound to her forever by the dragon bond. My name is Adrastus, but people around here usually refer to me by my title." Todd found himself struggling not to roll his eyes, thinking that this Lord was a little full of himself. "What should I call you then? Lord whoever, or Adrastus?" He replied sarcastically. The dragons answering smile was anything but friendly as his incisors lengthened slightly before Adrastus answered him. " You can call me by my title, but it's not Lord whoever, I prefer Your Majesty from a stranger, I am King Adrastus, the last of the fire dragons, and ruler of all the hoards."

The Dragon of Discreet furrowed his brows at the Drake. “… Dragon of Obeisance. The wars between the Destroyer and the world is upon us and here we are sticking to the advice of some Humane who definitely should follow our instructions not the other way round. We are the rulers of the world not some low creatures on the totem pole!”

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

That was why Ivar looked surprised to find her there, leaning on the doorframe that led to the balcony, without even moving to acknowledge his presence when he walked in. “Elena?” “You are a dragon, aren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, when she turned to face him, arms crossed in front of her chest. “Ivar, I’m going to ask you once more, what are you going to do if you bring them back?” To his credit, he didn’t try to deny it or lie to her face. “I’m going to do what Renan has been trying to do for the past thirty years, bring balance to our land.” His voice became steel. “But I’ll actually succeed, because dragons being at the top is just the natural order of things.”

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

His head rolled on the ground, and his headless body twitched a few times before turning still. "Your Lordship!" The Alexandra fighter jet led by Green Dragon had landed. The four Dukes of War bowed to Alexander and greeted him in unison. Alexander smiled and casually tossed the sword back to Maxine. He smiled warmly. "Green Dragon, congratulations on attaining the status of Lord of War. "A Lord of War is capable of commanding a group. I'll go back and tell the ruler that you..." Thud! Green Dragon knelt on one knee and begged eagerly, "Lord of War or not, Martial Overlord or not, everything I learned was given to me by Your Lordship. I'll follow Your Lordship forever. Please take back your

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."