Overlord Dragons Novels & Stories

I did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

Farther still, across storm-choked seas, lay Drakonis. A land of scaled kings, where volcanoes bled fire and mountains roared with ancient thunder. Dragons ruled the skies—massive shadows blotting out the sun, their roars shaking the world. Beneath, basilisks slid through molten tunnels and hydras waited in frozen cliffs. Fire was Drakonis’s heartbeat, its rulers claiming dominion through fear. Yet even dragons bowed to the Accord, knowing unchecked rage would scorch every realm. And at the edges of everything sprawled the Obsidian Wilds—

Zaramanni found the creature’s words highly ridiculous. Paying no mind to her questions, the rough, somewhat slow voice of the dragon continued, “The news of the Overlord’s death has reached the ears of the vampires of Skullis and…” “The Overlord’s death? The Overlord is dead?” Zara quickly caged her mouth with her palms as she looked around, a look of caution on her face. It would be unwise to scream such shocking details into the wild. As they say, walls have ears. Wondering when the Vampire Overlord met such doom, another loud huff sound dragged her out of her troubled thoughts and Zara raised her head to meet the dragon’s fiery gaze.

Lark shouted furiously, “Ha! The Greater Realm’s hero? I’ll destroy you, then crush your husband!” He spread out his arms and was instantly surrounded by numerous dragons. Their mighty roars instantly echoed throughout the area. The next moment, Lark returned to his real form, a massive purple-golden dragon. Without any hesitation, he charged toward Thea. He opened his bloody mouth, and smaller dragons emerged, heading straight for Thea. Seeing how things had unfolded, Emperor Zdravko attempted to intervene. However, Thea calmly picked one of the lotus from above her head, summoned a longsword, and charged at the dragons.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

The Gryphons and Dragons were known as the two most powerful kingdoms out of the five but they have never stood on the same side, never saw eye to eye, and have been adversaries for generations. “Because he can't produce an offspring!” The lord of Orcs, a tribe of barbarians, bellowed in laughter, his blaring voice echoing within the hollow cave. “He probably has a vagina under that armor.” Kaelric growled—dangerously low, vibrating the hairs on Aetherion’s arms beside him. Kaelric could endure one or two insults from the Gryphon king but when Lord Orc spoke, it aroused a revolting disgust from the depths of his gut.

After ten thousand years of being 'extinct' as the thought of by the other supernatural creatures, (vampires, Lycans, werewolves, witches, demons) after losing the Megàlos Machi (the great battle between the dragons and the other supernatural creatures), in which the remaining survivors of the dragon army, accompanied by the last of the elves and fae, hid in the Ignere forest which later became known as the dark forest. Here they grew, multiplied for ten thousand years, till the birth of the rare godlike dragon, a species known as the golden dragons, direct descendants of the sun was born. After the birth of the prince of dragons, Azian, it was soon discovered by the leaders of the outside r

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass

Dragons could go days without sleep, but even I was feeling the toil on my body. Luckily, King Orion’s soldiers could rotate six-hour shifts, most of them spanning the surrounding area of the palace and away from the lighted palace. There had been a few vampires caught and imprisoned, but the ones that I were dead with in seconds. Once landing on one of their backs, my dragon’s scales would flutter up my back as if a raging werewolf, biting into the neck only to rip it to pieces with my claws. Hearing the bones crack, the sinews of the tendons, muscles, and cartilage fueled my fire, thinking that one of these blood demons could be Mortus. Any of the rogue vampires were deemed a threat to my