Mega Dragon Novels & Stories

She crept down the hallway quietly, pretending she had urgent medical business with the doctor at midnight. She pushed the door open softly. Alex was not in the front room, but the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Stepping forward, Magda approached the shower enclosed by a thin plastic curtain. Through a narrow gap, she caught sight of Alex’s bare body. His broad shoulders and toned arms appeared mesmerizing in the dim light. And as her eyes descended upon his naked lower half, Magda swallowed hard, the heavy rush of saliva gathering in her mouth. She wet her lips with her tongue... and pulled the curtain open violently with both hands.

ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40 Speed- 64 AGI-64 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art( Unique) Chromatic Awakening(Epic) Dragon's Resistance(Unique) Chromatic Flare( Epic) [ Most ancient draconic creature that can achieve apotheosis, gaining power comparable to that of a true dragon. Ancient Wyrm dwarfs all other wyverns, drakes, and wyrms in size and power. Mana flows through their veins and shines beneath their scales, powerful enough to destroy entire towns and nations.] What else is there to say? The system had prepared enough for the might of what Nero could do. His skills may have suffered the consequences, but it was well worth it.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

Most of the dragons were sleeping, except for one: the largest, most ferocious of the bunch. My dragon. Igantius. He was large and foreboding, with leathery wings and dark red scales. His eyes glowed as he saw me. Despite his terrifying appearance, Iggy was a big puppy dog when it came to me. I took my time greeting him and scratching his scales. I started saddling him up to ride when I heard a voice from behind me. “He’s a special dragon.” It was Esmeralda. “He’s a magnificent beast,” I said, turning to face her.

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.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

Rex asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. "And then your dragon must take the energy into itself, using the ancient magics that exist beyond this realm to neutralize it," she replied. "It will create a counterbalance—order against chaos, creation against destruction." The godking's transformation was accelerating, his humanoid form giving way to something monstrous and alien. Horns of crystallized void energy erupted from his shoulders and back, his arms elongating into appendages that terminated not in hands but in writhing masses of darkness. "We're out of time," Marcia shouted, retreating from the expanding field of corruption around the godking.

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

“Yes.!” Tyr finally understood everything. “I acquired the Dragon’s terrain from Helsby Mountain back then, and it helped me enter the Demigod realm,” he explained. “Master Magus, do you intend to use the dragon’s terrain in my body to help the black dragon reshape its head?” “That’s right,” Magus replied. “You can obtain the Dragon Taming Skill and the Fiery Lexicon after the Divine Dragon’s soul has been restored and the dragon head has been reshaped.”