Nuclear Dragon Novels & Stories

" Oscar nodded slowly. He had heard as much before. Not every dragon was the universe's creation. Only the true dragons, those capable of drawing upon the world's deep currents and wielding genuine power, were the threat Draconox existed to contain. The sub-attribute breeds were, at most, a delicacy on Draconox's table. "So why would someone use a ritual like this to contact a dragon with no real power?" Oscar muttered, then shook his head. "Document everything. Then destroy the site. Sweep the entire city of Silverton. This is not the only ritual location."

Warning. "Come along, Seir," Tristan muttered. "Don't drool on the carpet." They entered the room. It was a cavernous space dominated by a massive table. A holographic map of the continent shimmered in the center—magic stolen from her people, twisted into technology. King Alaric sat at the head. Liam stood by the map, moving tokens that represented armies. "The Dragon Kingdom is crushed," Liam was saying, slamming a fist onto the table. "But the rebels in the Iron Mountains are gathering. We need the new energy source to power the Dreadnoughts."

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

Although I lied about forging a mate bond with another, I didn’t want her to harbour any hope. I will not become obsessed like my brother. I will not be betrayed by a person who is considered the closest to a dragon’s heart. A treasure that the dragon cherishes with his everything. A mating bond isn’t like any other bond. It is not simply finding a mate and marking them, it is not as easy as laying claim on the other person; it is something that has to be nurtured. A mating bond is deeper than the bonds that are between mates of other clans and species. A mating bond is irreversible, even after the other person’s death. It consumes one wholly, makes them obsessive and possessive of the other

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

"What better way to keep the evil contained than by the magical flames of the four dragon Deities?" "About time you realized that I was more than just a bunch of hot air," Fafnir said over mind link as his orange dragon winked at me. I waved them off, and the four beautiful beasts flew away and focused their flames on the escaping evil souls. A mixture of fire, water, electricity, and air may have kept the evilness where it belonged, but it also heated the Earth's core even more.

She'd created a batch of the dragon-dampening serum for herself, and she had the vials tucked away safely in her hotel mini-fridge. She went over the list of what she knew about dragons in her head as the taxi drove toward Rurik's nightclub, the Lair. 1. Dragons could grow oldlike thousands of yearsbut for most of their lives they resembled men and women in their mid-thirties. 2. There were more than a dozen breeds, such as Russian Imperials and Nordic ice dragons. Rivalries were common between many of them.

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.

“Please, don’t put him in danger.” ‘Him. So the Dragon was a male salamander, then,’ Araheen thought. Aktaeon closed his eyes and lowered his head. Even as Nalini’s screams pierced the air, he remained silent. It went on for another hour, and Araheen endured the churning in her stomach as the relentless screams echoed around her. Her father had the guards place another set of Iron Maws on both salamanders, yet still, neither would reveal anything about the Dragon.

"What do you mean by No?" Nyra asked with anger. Drake can pull her easily out of the pit. He is an orange dragon. His human strength will also be much higher than any other beings out there. He can easily kill a werewolf, Vampire, or any others in his human form. Pulling her from that pit is a child's play for him. But she doesn't know that. Her interaction with Dragons is Nill, so she doesn't know about their abilities and strength.