Op Dragon Novels & Stories

"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.

However, another Dragon King frowned and said, “Why is there only one sacrifice this time? It’s not enough.” The last Dragon King smiled sinisterly. “In that case, you stay. We’ll absorb you too!” With that, the Dragon King charged at Andrius. The three Dragon Kings’ appetite was beyond Andrius and Ophelia’s expectations. Now that the Dragon King had made his move, there was no choice but to fight back. They exchanged glances and nodded. “Attack!” In an instant, their powerful auras erupted. Ophelia had spent the past three days recovering, and she had not only healed but also become stronger than in her prime.

I almost screamed as a deep voice entered my mind. “I'll deal with it. Get on, little one. Before I rip his head from his body and burn his corpse into nothing but ash.” I realized it was Ophir speaking. Dragons were powerful creatures and held such ancient magic. They had the ability to communicate with any shift they wanted to, any being they chose, through telekinesis. I immediately jumped onto Ophir, his scales warm to the touch.

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.

“It has been centuries since a dragon have ascended upon us, this is truly an honor.” “Hm? A red emperor, and an ignasius too?” Ombra said, sounding bored. “Would you be interested in that, young Dragon Blood?” he asked Johan. “Huh?” Johan sounded cornered, “Why me?!” Beside him, Dagon ruffled his wings and spat a ball of flame. “Ignite!” he shouted. “Hey stop that!” Johan scolded him as part of the front seat was charred, terrifying the driver.

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.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

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.

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

Firstly, Ingrid is a dragon of perfect complex essence, half Sky Dragon and half Mithryl Dragon, with all the strengths of these two types of dragon, but with none of her weaknesses. As a general rule, dragon races become more powerful as time passes, which means that they do not depend on leveling up to gain power. Although this is a great strength, it is also a weakness. Since they depend on the passage of time (and not specifically on training) to be powerful. It takes centuries for a baby dragon to reach adulthood. But Ingrid is different, she is a True Dragon, it means that not only does she gain power as the years go by, but she is also able to obtain experience points and thus improve