Iron Shadow Dragon Mode Novels & Stories

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

It made me want him all the more. I hooked my fingers into the silver chain that he wore around his throat. No longer did he wear a binding symbol. Now it was just a simple charm. The side profile of a dragon on a silver pendant. The eye, a glittering ruby that matched Amelia’s eyes when she shifted.

“Then we’re going. Now.” _Step back._ “Huh—” Before I could finish, heat exploded in the air. Wind blasted across the ground, swirling around me. The ground shook as a giant shadow swept overhead, wings cutting through the sky with a deep, thunderous sound. My dragon landed before me—massive, silver-black scales shimmering faintly in the morning light. Her eyes glowed like molten steel, bright and aware and ancient. She lowered her head, staring straight into me. _Soren._

Above the collar of his dark dress shirt, I could see tattoos of strange dark runes peaking out along his pale skin. The man beside him had shaggy chocolate brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. A red and plaid shirt stretched tightly over his broad shoulders. I didn’t need to see his face to know who he was. My throat tightened and my heart raced in my chest. What was my boss from Moonlight doing in a dragon’s lair? Lucian let out a low growl and I knew that he was feeling my panic. Drake shifted on the couch, slowly turning to face me. His eyes widened and I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

“Eira of Silvermoon Kingdom versus Ironwall of Blackrock Kingdom!” Gasps erupted instantly among the spectators. Ironwall was an infamous figure feared throughout Blackrock City. He was no ordinary contestant, but the ultimate killing weapon of the Blackrock Royal Guard. Standing two point two meters tall, he was always encased in three-hundred-pound dark golden heavy armor. Most daunting of all was his innate energy immunity. Any elemental primal power would bounce harmlessly off his armor and unique physical constitution. He was an impenetrable fortress built purely for physical combat.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

hearing the quality words of her lord, Ingrid moved her delicate hands towards Zark and hugged him. She is Ingrid, guardian of the library and custodian of the deep areas of the castle, she is a Young Sky Mithryl Imperial True Dragon. Although Damenburg Castle is inhabited by peculiar beings, Ingrid is one of the rarest inhabitants of all, not only that, there is possibly no other Dragonic specimen similar to Ingrid. Firstly, Ingrid is a dragon of perfect complex essence, half Sky Dragon and half Mithryl Dragon, with all the strengths of these two types of dragon, but with none of her weaknesses.

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.

The ground beneath me shakes violently, forcing me to bend my knees to stay upright, but the crowd above ripples with excitement and applause, loving every second of it. I’ve never seen a beast like this. It’s… beautiful. Long and lean, it shines in the faint moonlight–washed in dry, cracked silver-blue scales. Wings expand along its back–like a bat, but pearlescent, a kaleidoscope of blues, greens, and silvers. Like water. A water dragon. A water dragon bound by iron chains and forced to live within the dirt lined hellscape of the arena.