Onyx Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way. "Gia was a girl that I met a couple of decades ago, she was thrown out of her group home because she was a Mythical. So I took her in and trained her to control her power. Earth is her specialty. Oliver here was someone that I grew up with, He is the last thunder dragon that roams the earth." My eyebrows shot up past my Forehead, the last thunder dragon? That sounds like the most difficult thing ever. Looking at Oliver, the respect that I couldn't find for him in the past, came to me full force. That must have been really difficult growing up! Might have been worse than my childhood!

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

“What? How is that possible? I thought only lycan’s could speak in beast form.” “We are special.” Athena simply answered. “That you are my mate. There is no one like you. Ok Onyx is ready to come out.” He laughed as I could see his eyes changing as Onyx was pushing forward to take charge. He got undressed and Athena didn’t look away and I was so glad she didn’t because the sight before was other worldly. All I could see was muscles for days and damn that ass. Onyx shifted and looked at us. Athena wasn’t even embarrassed. Onyx stood maybe a foot and a half taller than Athena. He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing th