Nion Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

A little birdwatching, a touch of magic, and the path to Northfall would be clear. "Nero," I called out, my voice carrying across the wind, my gaze lifted towards the majestic crimson dragon soaring high above. In his current draconic form, he was a magnificent sight to behold, scales shimmering like rubies, wings spanning a vast expanse. Lately, he'd seemed rather fond of this majestic shape, neglecting his humanoid form almost entirely.

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

None of them could hold my gaze. "All of you. You all lied to me. You all knew. For how long have you known who I was?" I inquired, thankfully, my voice held strong and steady, not musical, just me. "When a new dragon is born, we... we get alerted. More so... our Ice dragon and.... The leader's mate." Nyxaria whispered, eyes glued to the floor. My heart broke. "Since I was born? You know... everything?" "Everything." Nyxaria affirmed.

Letting out a roar, he swung his sword in a large arc and annihilated all the dragon clones. "What Nether Dragon? It's nothing more than a disgusting, overgrown lizard! Before my power, it's utterly insignificant!" Adrian retorted coldly. “Impossible!” The monster king was shocked to his core. He hadn't anticipated Adrian to be so formidable that he could eliminate his Nether Dragon so swiftly. The strength of the Nether Dragon lay in its ability to continually split and regenerate as long as one of its clones remained alive. However, Adrian had killed all the clones before they could split further, preventing their regeneration.

He escaped without serious injury, but knew he had to seek out the assistance of their offspring. Nayara and Ghaeron were appalled at what their mother was doing, and were more than willing to aid their sire in stopping her. Neyalha would not be subdued easily; her powers were vast, able to draw upon the raw energy of the universe. No, the Dragons decided, it would take more than their own efforts. Therefore Nayara and Ghaeron sought out the aid of the Na’Himara and the Black Knights. They would require forces both mystical and physical to stop Neyalha’s destructive rampage.

Immediately, a loud roar was heard which cleared the dust as he saw the huge creature in front of him. The creature looked like a dragon with eagle like wings and claws like that of a lion and as he noticed that he immediately thought to himself "It would have been better if it was a dragon rather than a liagole" A Liagole is the name of the creatures that Natsu saw and it was the combination of both a lion, dragon and eagle. He saw a stick beside him and he immediately picked it and pointed at the Liagole and said with a voice full of fear "Don't come any closer, I'm warning you, I'll kill you with this stick"

The kind that never saw mud or blood. Vanquise stopped before the largest mural—a dragon standing upright like a man, its golden eyes blazing even through centuries of grime. My eyes. "They used to walk among us, you know." He traced the dragon's claw with his cane. "Not as beasts. Not as enemies. As equals." My pulse thundered in my ears. Was this a test? When I didn't respond, Vanquise turned. Moonlight carved hollows beneath his cheekbones, turning his grey eyes nearly colorless. "Do you know why this wing is sealed, girl?"

He has mine and he always will, even if he chooses to cast it aside. As I walk through the main entry area, I hear a crash and yelling outside. “Lab Dragon!” “Uppity, arrogant elf!” I recognize the two voices, Daichi is the dragon and Fenian is the elf. Lab dragon has become a very derogatory term for the dragons that aren’t technically ‘real’ dragons, but they aren’t hybrids either. Daichi was created in The Chief’s lab with Avani’s DNA. Fenian comes from Yhendorn’s elven troupe, a pure elf.

With a sudden burst of strength, he leapt towards the dragon's eyes, his hand outstretched. Beta Fionn's hand made contact with the dragon's eye, and a bright light erupted from his palm. The dragon let out a roar of pain, and it tumbled from the sky, crashing to the ground. Alpha Ade rolled clear of the dragon as it landed, landing on his feet. The dragon lay on the ground, its body still. Beta Fionn approached it cautiously, unsure if it was truly defeated. As he neared, the dragon's eyes opened, and they were no longer filled with rage. They were filled with respect.