Iron Shadow Dragon Mode Novels & Stories

The heavy iron cover on the roof of the lair jingled heavily, and Andronikos shifted with restless energy. Just above the roof, the sentinels pulled at the chains holding the covering in place, until the round iron slid back, leaving a wide hole that gave way to the sky above. Bright sunlight filtered in, falling across the dragon’s shiny scales. Vaelora could swear that she noticed Andronikos’ scales shimmer a bright golden color. Andronikos crouched low, his wings spreading wide across the lair.

Shreftwood thought to himself as he scrambled for a plan, his eyes rested on the dragons feet, its talons sharper than any sword he has seen, its scales a deep silver tipped with black helping define the muscles in every inch of this animal, working his way up to the dragons head he realised that its neck was a lot shorter than others he has seen before making this dragon seem bigger and bulkier, his jaw seemed slack due to its enormous size, atop of the head it had horns that spiral upwards until they flick back making it look like a crown rested there. Shreftwood was in over his head by now “There’s five of us fighting yet we have an army against us plus Terribor and now a dragon to conten

To let them go would be like sharpening the blade that will end my life due to the number of things they've seen and heard. For the person called Iris and her children, I have a gift that ensures that they will not betray me. [Status] Name: JIN Race:Draconic Demon{Unique} Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 4/100 Exp:5600 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF)

Varz and Katon jump to catch GEM-B who is ascending to the sky. “Dron! Get ready!” Katon exclaimed summoning his iron shaft, eh iron staff. (It’s not like what you are thinking.) “Right!” Dron exclaimed. Katon’s iron staff is glowing green and his green Iru spreads to Varz and Herman” direction. “Showtime!” Varz exclaimed. “OK!” Doraduo exclaimed. Varz’s sword is glowing purple with wind and lightning cloak in his blade. His Iru spreads to Herman and Katon’s direction.

The dragon let out little chirps, much like a real living being, and there was a radiance that enveloped the space surrounding the metal. Severin's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Dragon-Patterned Red Gold!" Dragon-Patterned Red Gold ranked among the top ten divine golds. It was forged by the Rules of Heaven and Earth, boasting a formidable amount of power from energy and blood. It also had a density that was second to none. Its bloody red glow could spark a battle between gods and ghosts, in addition to possessing a natural quality that kept malevolent beings at bay. Severin extended his hand, unleashing a formidable suction force that brought the ore closer to him. The majestic

for it would not have done him any good. At all. He truly saw that now. “You have some nerve showing your face here, Killian Silvercrest,” The dragon lord boomed loudly, the sound causing the walls of the cave to rumble slightly, his full dragon form, a gargantuan body, dazzling vermillion with silver like scales scattering across his underbelly and all over him, really... and his primal voice making the whole scene even more threatening as he looked down from the massive platform fully tailored to seat him in his dragon form, it seemed. His three heads, each monstrous in their own right cocked to the side as he eyed the Alpha in interest.

" Irla said. A short time later, I spotted Irla flying low over my castle in the distance, and I was exhilarated to see it. To say that I was excited would not begin to describe how I felt. It was excruciating to ride that dragon for so long. I think I might have suffered from heat burns. It's like a bike ride without any protection, those kinds of burns that you get when you ride a bike for long periods without protection. Irla is a Winter dragon, so I'm sure she uses ice for weapons, rather than fire. But what do I know, I had no idea Irla could mind link anyone. I believe that basically what I am saying is that Irla's body was of normal temperature, my burns were not caused by Irla being

Another shadowy figure, Fly Drakon, radiating a deadly aura, strode into the room and declared in an icy voice, "Absolutely! With all of us elite God of War warriors teaming up, how could we not take down King Pendragon? The moment King Pendragon dares to step forward, he'll meet his end at the edge of my Flying Dragon Saber!" "Absolutely!" Simultaneously, a biting voice cut through the air at the office door, and a wave of chill swept over everyone. A man—Iron Hawk—whose sinister, delicate look matched his frigid tone, addressed the crowd, "Don't count me out, I'm no pushover. If King Pendragon has the guts to show up, I'll make sure he's mourning his own demise this time next year!" One by

The metal is freezing, and I can feel my body heat sapping away, along with my energy. My dragon growls furiously in my mind and sends fire running through my skin where it touches the chains. I feel it warm the metal momentarily before it becomes cold again. Cold Iron was also created to stay a cold temperature, it is nearly impossible to heat above negative fifteen degrees Celsius. I have no idea how it was ever created to be that way, but I do know that this entire room is made of it. This confinement and lack of energy is making my dragon angry, and that is never a good thing. There are four classes of dragons, fire, water, earth, and air. Each type has its own subclasses, each named aft

“Queen of Flame!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her expression turned to stone. “If I fall, it won’t be today.” --- Drakonios stirred in the crater, coughing blood. His armor was cracked, smoke curling from his shoulder. His dragon form flickered—unstable. His power drained. But above him, the shadowdrake circled again, mouth dripping with venom, ready to end him. And then—light poured over him. He looked up and saw her—still standing. Still glowing.