Mythical Dark Dragon Novels & Stories

Moreover, these streams of water were pitch-black, and they ceaselessly surged into the world and flowed down swiftly. Countless rays of light burst out from the hands of those dark experts in the Eternal Realm. Demonic light flashed and wrapped around them. The dark water seemed to be controlled and condensed into black water dragons that swam forward quickly. Every black water dragon contained intentions of despair, killing, madness, and resentment. Their power was evil and strange. The extremely dense dark power was simply the convergence of evil.

said Zephyr sagely. “Then why did all my previous attempts fail?” “You’re hopeless if you have to ask me that. What is the dark-dragon elixir? It’s an elixir made by perfectly combining Yin and Yang so how could you not add in ever-frozen ice? One of the ingredients you’ve used was the blood of a solar dragon tortoise, which may I add, being from the bloodline of the dragons, possesses a tyrannical Yang aura. It was a miracle the elixir didn’t explode when you added that into the elixir-furnace.”

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

She was busy figuring out the whole situation and here Fenix had already thought of a plan. He summoned his snake figure which was double the size of a dragon and was emitting glass fire. The dragon beast looked so confused because it was not possible for anyone to use their powers in Dark Realm. But he here Fenix was using how. "Oh! Sorry for the surprise. I can use my power here in Dark Realm because I have demonic blood in me. And now I am going to burn you into ashes." Saying this he ordered his snake body to attack him. Yona looked at the long massive monstrous snake floating in Lava, it was so scary emitting fire from his mouth.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

Not only that, the dark sky brought black lightning that was far more terrifying than the lightning of a person's misery that would pierce the realm of a king or a heavenly king. "This form, what kind of dragon is it? Doesn't it also have golden blood?" The dragon emperor's gaze was surprised to see the dragon's legs that had just appeared before his eyes. Even though it was only a leg, the dragon emperor could tell that it was not a dragon similar to himself. ROAAARRRRR

The gold dragon then let out a furious roar. The light shield shattered at that moment, and countless dark figures came at him like a tidal wave. The gold dragon swam in the dark, and its tails swiped away at the dark figures, reducing them into wisps of dark energy. The huge dark energy ball shattered at that moment too. Then, Wilbur stood on top of the gold dragon's head and burst through the dark energy ball, sprinting toward the Dark Messenger.

This was quite convenient since it removed any inclination to stab the new king in the back. By evening, the necromancer was pretty tired, yet this didn’t change his complete military preparedness. Yet there was one more problem: Biellendevir. The bone dragon required magic. He belonged to the old race of Illisharins. The dragons who were the keepers of the Dark and the creators of the worlds. Those who bore the dark gods on their backs. To raise such a creature meant to bind him to yourself with links constantly sucking out energy. Reive used Angelina’s blood; he’d made her the mistress of the undead, but he couldn’t bind the dragon to her. Otherwise, eventually, Biellendevir would suck her

He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.