Nya Ninjago Dragons Rising Novels & Stories

Darryl did not get back at him for trying to take advantage of Gigi back at the North Star Galaxy and pinning the blame onto Darryl, nor did he care when Vincent tried to pick a bone with him in the underground town. However, Vincent was still trying to pester him constantly. Did he really think that Darryl was so easy to step on? At the thought, Darryl's gaze grew cold as he soared into mid-air, raising his right arm slowly. "Ascension of the Nine Dragons." The next second, the words were spat out of Darryl's mouth coolly. All that could be seen was the air in front of him ripping into half before nine golden dragons tore out of thin air.

Who had raised their sister into someone fearless. For better or for worse. Nordin sighs. “It is not this war that will kill me,” he mutters. “But that little sh*t.” Alfred smiles, pressing his upturned lips to Nordin’s hairline. “I had always known,” he says mildly. “That our sister would be the death of us.” Nordin muffles a laugh into Alfred’s shoulder. And then: “Dragons,” Nordin breathes. Dragons. Those primordial, legendary creatures that had long been thought to be extinct, whose magnificent powers were said to be so great that all the earth recognized them to be like gods.

Council members dropped to their knees, unable to withstand the force of her presence. Her rival mate moved, not to restrain her, but to shield the others from their own stupidity, from the storm she’d unleashed. Her new mate reached for her wrist—a feather-light touch. Not a warning, not a command—just a reminder that she was more than this rage, that she was still here, in her own skin. Nyxara exhaled, each breath a struggle for control. She let the elder drop. He crumpled, gasping, dignity leaking away with each ragged sob.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

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.

he rested breathing heavily. Rage watched us mate several times, each time Niklaus knotted with me, my screams of pleasure echoing through the air - a high-pitched screech followed by a deep, low rumble. Rage's own needs mounted as he stood guard. As we reached the peak of our passion, Niklaus's fierce roar echoed through the island. Though the sound of Rage's dragon grew fainter, I knew he remained ever vigilant, watching over us.

Jackson lost control; he flew high, his whole body sprouting bright red scales in the sun, his giant wings spreading to where Hana stood and shielding her. "There's something that can be exchanged with Hana," Namio Rankle said suddenly. Jackson turned his head to stare at Namio, waiting for him to continue, "The dragon king's fresh heart," Wasn't that taking his life? Jackson glanced at Namio, "Release her first," "No," Namio Rankle replied. "I don't trust anyone but myself,"

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

I pushed my protections forth and repelled his energetic scan. He yielded, albeit begrudgingly. “So, you want to use Ying, one of the fastest and strongest dragons, without telling me why, and it is a MUST? Daddy issues???? Maybe you are still daddy’s little girl??? Here I thought you grown up and could handle yourself. Apparently, I was wrong!” he smirked.

Everyone lost their sanity while witnessing what was happening. Argo transformed into a dragon. An enormous dragon in bright red color. His eyes were shiny. A long and large mane waved around the dragon’s head. The metered body size could encircle the entire kingdom of Nicundhra. The red dragon’s head twitched upwards. Everyone outside and inside Nicundhra’s palace could see the existence of the dragon incarnate Argo.