Onyx Dragon Novels & Stories

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

She had no idea what he meant by that. Dragons didn't mate with other species, so their bloodline was always pure. But then again maybe that was a part of history she hadn't read. Maybe Dragons did mate with others, maybe Knox was a crossbreed between a dragon and a witch, that would explain his powers. But she had never really seen him shift into a Dragon, he said he didn't have enough energy to do that and the forest was not big enough to contain such power. But Kira suspected he didn't want others on the outside to suspect anything, because if Dragons were indeed as big as the history books said then someone was going to notice if Knox shifted.

Two foxies immediately jumped on them, each placing themselves on Jai and Darrion’s thighs and making themselves comfortable. “What are these creatures?” Jai asked, patting the foxy that was lying on his thigh. It looked like a mix of a fox and an axolotl. It has the body of a chubby baby fox, and three pairs of protruding furs that are different in color on each side of their faces. The body fur is pure white while the three pairs of furs are green in color. “They’re very cute.” The dragon smiled and took the other foxy into her arms. “These are Grenyas. They’re the predictors of weathers. If there’s a storm coming, I will not open the portal for them to play outside…”

“We end this war before the world splits a second time.” “Umbara is no ordinary enemy,” Orion pressed. “He’s no longer human.” Rayden gave a thin smile. “Neither am I.” The sky began to change color. From blue to dark red. From a distance, a rumbling sounded like the beating of thousands of wings. Anya looked up, her face tense. “Saint Dragon.” For a moment, their silhouettes appeared, creatures with silver scales, eyes empty, and radiant wings, diving from the cracks between worlds still open in the northern sky.

Khloe began, struggling to find the right words to describe the beast before her. "Is he so ugly?" Alessia finished for her. "-Bony," Khloe retorted, eyes skimming down all the bones of the dragon. Even its rib cage was visible. "Orion here is a Liche dragon, one of the rarest dragons to ever exist," Azian replied walking toward the dragon lifting his hand forward, his eyes his supreme gold. The dragon immediately became very still as Azians hand touched its bony face, "Orion can't breathe fire like other dragons, even though he does release substantial amounts of heatwaves,” he said quietly, golden eyes focusing on the texture beneath his palm.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon. Just like Roman, Sora is small. Even compared to other Omega dragons. The Omega stretches his wings out, something he hasn't been able to do since he was young. His neck stretched as his head raised toward the sky. The Omega took in a deep breath, and a breath of smoke left his mouth when he roared.

"So how was your exploration? Do you like our new home?" Kyoko stamped a foot and swayed her tail, giving a little whimper. She looked to me and flicked her tongue. "Yeah, I know there isn't much grass or shade here. But I'm working on that. I've planted more trees and grass seeds. There'll be more shade soon. And you're a nightshade dragon, why does shade matter to you?" She just swayed her tail and seemed to smirk. It was possible my dragon was just giving me a hard time. Nightshade dragons were the most beautiful and hard to tame of the dragon breeds. Among other breeds were Day and Night Glory dragons, Nexus, Water dragons, Nebula, Night Glory, Tri-Horned Wyverns, Desipise, Cavern Lurker

"The dragon is gaining on us!" "I'm going as fast as I can, young lord," Orion replied with perfect seriousness, his tone suggesting he was discussing military strategy rather than participating in an elaborate fantasy game. "Perhaps if Sir Phoenix would engage the dragon in combat, we could make our escape." Phoenix—who was indeed attempting to crawl toward them while making what he probably thought were dragon noises but sounded more like a dying motorcycle—paused to glare at Orion. "I am engaging the dragon. This is what dragons sound like." "That's what dying engines sound like," Orion corrected. "Dragons roar. There's a significant difference."