Manhua Dragon Novels & Stories

Shen Long was still unhappy about being carried like a princess all the way back to the dormitory by a man who looked too pretty to be an alpha. He might be a powerless human in this vessel but all his manly bulging muscles should at least provide Ruo Han with some difficulty. His pride was wounded by how easily those thin arms lifted him and the dragon god spirit wanted to scream.

Seeing Rhea’s incredulous expression, I smiled and explained, “I haven’t formed a bond with Ariz, so naturally I’m fine.” She grabbed a dragon standing nearby and declared, “She’s cowardly and selfish. She won’t even bond with Ariz. She doesn’t deserve to be your young lady!” The dragon clan member shook off her hand and sneered, “You humans truly love your schemes. You’re trying to drive a wedge between our young lady and us.”

There must be something to tell me where she fled too. As I search through old scrolls, I come across a gap. One of the scrolls is missing. Why? Who would take it? Dragons are the only ones able to access this room. Did one of them take it? Looking at the gap in the drawer, I try to remember which scroll it was. If I remember correctly, it was one about bonding with a human to reproduce. All dragons have one human parent. Jonat and I would be the first to have a child with two dragon parents. The child would be strong. I can’t imagine the power he or she would yield. Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons.

Nova screamed as Echo separated from Wynter and bit the first man’s arm off and swallowed it whole. Milo was behind the second man as he lifted his arm and he ripped his heart out from the back. His eyes were pitch black and his fangs protruded from his lips as he let the heart fall to the ground. Wynter was in front of the first man as he screamed and blood spurted from his severed arm. He looked the man in the eye and snapped his neck, cold as ice. “Chusikins gross!” Shae yelled as her dragon emerged and started eating the first man’s face.

"If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences." The car hummed as it accelerated onto the highway, its engine producing that strange purring sound that seemed to resonate with something deep in Sage's chest. The sensation was oddly comforting, like finding a missing piece of herself she hadn't known was gone. "First lesson," Marcus said, glancing at her. "Breath control. Dragons don't breathe fire—that's a human misconception. What we do is manipulate elemental energies through focused respiration." "Really starting with the basics, aren

A brush of shoulders meant I am here. Hours passed. Or maybe days. Time didn't exist in the dark. They found things in the ruins. Statues of creatures that no longer existed—griffins, manticores, and dragons. At one point, they passed a massive mural carved into the canyon wall. It depicted a woman with wings of fire shaking hands with a man made of iron. "The First Pact," Tristan murmured, running his hand over the stone relief. "Before the Empire. When dragons and humans ruled together."

Samuel had just broken the barrier, which made the scar man, who admired Samuel very much, even more confident. Of course, he despised the statement and horror of the captain of the second team. The captain of the second team shook his head and looked at the scar man nervously and helplessly. "It's not what you think." "Hidden Dragon is just a dragon spirit summoned by our elder. It has no physical body at all, just like the God. It has no real strength, and it will disappear quickly once its defense is broken in a relatively weak situation." "Thus, as long as we encounter a truly powerful expert, the significance of the Hidden Dragon is not that great."

The dragon rammed its massive head into the brick, shattering the balcony to pieces. Riona and Ciara stared wide-eyed at the dragon that glared at them menacingly. 1624

A shutter somewhere down the lane knocked softly against its frame. Ordinary sounds. The sounds of a world that would keep turning after I was gone. I thought about the Dragon King. Everyone had heard stories. He had ruled the Dragon Realm for longer than anyone could remember — ancient and powerful and utterly without mercy. They said his eyes could freeze a man where he stood. They said he had not smiled in centuries. They said the last human who had looked directly at him had dropped dead on the spot from fear alone. I did not know how much of it was true.

“You are persistent,” Dragon King Bast stated with a smile. His powerful sword was blocked by the claws of the fire dragon, preventing it from travelling any further. “Persistence is a good trait,” Elder Hanuman whose phantom rod had been blocked on the other side by the other clawed limb of the dragon, nodded his head in appreciation. Their words and demeanor caused Mane to frown in annoyance.