Mythical Dark Dragon Novels & Stories

She has no idea that this mansion is like a magical labyrinth; every corner could hold a secret. I'm yearning with all my might for that dragon-shaped, deadly snake to devour her and suck her soul dry. Dragazon feeds specifically on humans, their life force, and soul. This helps him stay alive in a world he doesn't belong to, just like me and my brother Maciel.

he orders me, while he turned off the lights, every light but the one next to the bed, he came to the left side of bed, I took the right one, staying on the side, the farthest side I can get to. “Are you afraid of the dark?” he asks me, which made me freeze for a second, afraid of the dark? Usually no, maybe in my stories my characters are, but in reality, I’m not. “No I’m good” I say, he turns the light on his side off, leaving us in the darkness, I stayed on my side, tears where filling my eyes, I couldn’t help and not cry. I’m losing Devil, I’m now under the demand and orders, and I can’t do a thing about it.

The skull was supported by a pair of sweeping dragon wings, crafted from the same dark, glossy obsidian, which curved up from the throne's back like a protective canopy. But as we approached the throne, a voice boomed from the shadows, echoing off the walls. "You will never have it!" it screeched. "The throne is mine, and I will claim it!" "Who are you?" Dynaris demanded, her voice steady. A figure emerged from the darkness, its presence seeming to draw the very light out of the air. Khaos, the Dark Lord, stood before us, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that seemed to burn with an evil intensity. His body was a towering mass of dark, armored plate, adorned with twisted, nightmarish spike

They were the terror on the mountain, the monster that could steal away your daughters and sons, forcing them into a life of servitude and pain. But then I was that monster, a creature born of fire and flame, and yet I was still myself, still that scared little girl who grew up among humans, abused and tortured for being different. I didn’t fit in anywhere. Even as a dragon, I’m unusual. As a universal dragon, I’m the stuff of legend, even among my own people. Universal dragons, I am learning, are exceptionally rare because they require the dragon to carry blood from all the original bloodlines, giving them an unbreakable connection to the first dragon of our world, Oaestr, mother of us all.

“Explain.” “The shadow rising now is called Veyrathis,” Myrra said. “An ancient entity born from corrupted dragon magic. When the first dragon kings fought for dominion, their excess power fractured the world. That fracture created Veyrathis, a being that feeds on magic, fear, and desire.” Elara felt cold. “Feeds on desire?” Myrra’s eyes flicked briefly between her and Verath. “Especially powerful bonds. Like yours.” Verath’s hands curled into fists. “Then it’s targeting us.”

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

My thoughts were interrupted by this red-eyed snake, confidently striding ahead of me: “Well, well… Since you and I were left alone, without witnesses,” she began, without slowing down her pace and continuing to head in a direction known only to her, “I will clarify something for you. So, first of all, you are in the palace of Oera Dakhar. For you to understand better, let me explain. "Oer" means "Lord". Dakhar is his name. By addressing him "Oer Dakhar", you are referring to his status as "Lord of Dakhar". So, this is his castle, and I'm his anaya, which, as you already know, means "mistress." Secondly, Oer Dakhar is the ruler of everything, I repeat, everything, of the Dark World, eskha! H