Onyx Storm Dragons Novels & Stories

He kept it for a long time, but now, that must have been the reason he joined the revolution. The roars and screeches of dragons grew louder as the three reached the temple. The battle had destroyed almost all pillars and the granite slabs around. A strong blast of dusty wind blew everywhere as Ovylion, in his full form, rampaged against the other dragons from Seagrad, including Igryth. Ovylion’s body appeared as longer than any normal dragon. Possessing four wings with bodies of gigantic snakes had made the Lawdras unique in their Primal Form.

"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."

Alyx glanced at the men surrounding his dinner table. The wolves had shown up unexpectedly. They wanted to talk to him about giving them back the river territory, but he’d already assured the Dragos it was theirs. The Dragos were the dragon species inhabiting the south central part of the planet which bordered with the Ice Mountains. “Brecc and Eros,” Alyx sighed. “I can’t give you the White River.” The Alpha and Omega glanced at each other. Used to getting their way, they didn’t understand what his issue was with returning their river.

"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

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

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

While the two dragons unleashed terror among the ranks of the rogues, two other female dragons took their place. Suddenly, Nox cried out as he fell on one knee and held his stomach. But he hadn’t been hit there ! Then why was he holding his abdomen ? However, the next instant, he stood back up as if he hadn’t been ready to cry out in pain. Onyx took that opportunity to shift and make a mad dash towards our mate, jumping from one dragon’s back to another at lightening speed. Nox looked back at us for a split second and narrowed his eyes at me. He shocked everyone, including the betas, when he ordered Tyson’s dragon to fly lower.

There wouldn't be a better time than this. "Aw, come on, Gio, don't get your balls all twisted. I was joking-when do we leave?" Con sprung to his feet and feigned a right hook, followed by a left uppercut. Gio chuckled, "Look at you, all Mohammad Ali and shit, jeez Con." They bumped shoulders, looking at the shifter community that lived in the subway system. It was a hard life, and the wolves hardly ever saw the moon, but the underground was the only place where the massive forms of the dragons couldn't fit in. They were safe as long as they didn't go to the top. Above them, the city grew larger. Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life o

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”