I The Dragon Overlord Novels & Stories

"You are not making sense mum, who is my father?" For the first time, the smile vanished from her face and was replaced by seriousness. "Thousand years ago, the Dragons were the most powerful creatures. In times of war as such, it was easy to gain dominance with their extreme strength. They defeated Kingdoms but resolved to caves, after having their victory. They also had their insatiable love for gold. Up to this day, the passion is still the same. During times of war, the strongest and fiercest Dragons were noticed and given the title, Dragons Lords. Your father was the only Dragon Lord of his time and to this day because no other Dragon was as strong as he was. Over time, he became the pr

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

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.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

(Drex cuts him shut) "Did I just hear but from you? But what huh? Drex asked furiously as he flew toward General Marco " But sir, they gave you infinite power to over throne the previous overlord" General Marco completed his statement in fear "I WANT MORE POWER!!! Drex concluded as he knocks General Marco down, he passes out immediately but unfortunately dies "Let this be a waring to anyone to defiles my order" The overlord said as he flew back to his throne and appoints a new General leading the troops

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Ryu, the strongest dragon from the sea , appeared before Queen Lena Omanelis. "Who is that?" asked Queen Lena Omanelis in a threatening tone. He stretched out his bow, ready to shoot an arrow. Rows of archers lined up beside him, preparing to launch an attack. “Halt! This is me," said a voice deep and calm, like the sound of the ocean itself. "Ryu? Is that you?” asked Queen Lena Omanelis in surprise, not believing her ears. “Elven Queen, Lena Omanelis. I came to pick you up. Let's go to the front line to fight together with the Golden Dragon King, Draco," Ryu said in his dragon form.

After settling down on Dragon Island, I finally understood just how vast the dragon clan really was. They were spread all over the world, with branch families in Terella, Axiom, and Zephyra. The red dragons were the ruling bloodline, responsible for governing all branch families. Not only was Lorenzo a mafia Don, but he was also the king of the entire dragon clan. That made our three wyrmlings the princes, and me the queen. It sounded impressive, right?

“And even then, you’d better pray you find a newborn. For the older ones… you’d sooner poison the sun.” The tavern fell quiet. Every man knew the truth of it: dragons were strength made flesh, and strength was their god. Only the strongest were allowed to dwell in Adistaktos. Even a young one could crush ten nations before tiring. The older ones—those who’d lived for millennia—were living catastrophes. “Still,” someone whispered near the door, “they say even among them, one stands apart.” The hunter snorted. “You mean her, don’t you?”

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.