Onyx Dragon Novels & Stories

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

All Kings and their heirs hold the ability to shift into some kind of beast. My father's shift is more Serpentine in nature, with green scales and venom deadlier than any earthly snake I have come across. Nox’s beast seems to take after a Dragon more. His horns and wings are almost identical to the beasts that live in the far corners of our world, and his strength is unsurpassed. Nox stills for a moment in front of me, smoke billowing from his nostrils. I look up at his towering form and raise an unimpressed eyebrow.

If it weren’t for the perfection of her more draconic features and the spark of power behind her gaze, I’d make the mistake of thinking she is weak–one of the lesser hybrids with too much humanity bred into them. But as she lifts her long nailed hands, and I see the blue arch of electricity sparking from her fingertips as she reaches for the mirror’s edge, I realize the opposite is true–she’s more powerful than the typical dragon. “Please repeat, your signal is weak,” the drakaina, who had identified herself as Everly, requests, her words undulating between loud and soft. “Are you still there?” Orion presses a button along the edge, pushing it upwards until the frame of the mirror begins to

I couldn't wait to see his dragon and maybe teach him how to fly now that he had one. A few weeks after the park, Noah shifted for the first time. His dragon was slightly smaller than Elleanna's had been, but was an emerald green in color with black horns and a black arrow tipped tail. His wings were a shiny midnight black that looked similar to bat wings, but way longer. His eyes changed to an onyx color in dragon form, but they had sky blue specks all through them.

"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.

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

“Perseus is much larger - even I can see he looks more threatening.” Alcina had glanced at her dragons: Perseus, whose obsidian black scales glitter like fragments of the very shadows Alcina has grown to love, whose massive hulk sets him apart in a way independent of his mythical status; and Orion, slighter and features more delicate and defined, but whose blue-green scales seem to carry a sharper edge, like thousands of little blades, arranged in an artful and elegant - lethal - armor. Orion had lifted her head, then, resting her stately head upon Alcina’s shoulder in an entirely predatory manner, eyes glittering like aquamarine jewels as she turned her gaze upon Darla.

Right before his eyes, the chains holding the dragon began to snap as the dragon shook it's huge self a bit, especially the place where Hiro's blood had touched. With a slow, deliberate movement, the dragon unfurls its majestic wings, stretching it out. The cave they were in began to tremble beneath its claws as the dragon rose, shaking off the torpor of its thousands years long slumber. Opening its eyes slowly and staring right deep into his eyes were the deepest and darkest onyx eyes to ever exist, with red dots in it. The dragon was a mesmerizing blend of ancient power and mystical elegance. Its scales shimmers like polished obsidian.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.