Overlord Dragons Novels & Stories

Olcan stood over the rampart, looking down on the ancient draconic city resting under the darkness. The palace was fully under his control. He was the first-ever werewolf king to accomplish standing at the dragon realm capital's highest point. But there was still a hole in his heart that couldn't possibly be healed. “My king,” one of his sentries approached and reported, “The dragon warriors, the so-called "Dark Wings," surrounding the palace were all captured.” “What about the brute prince and his foolish knights?” Olcan withdrew himself from the city view and moved back into the torch light.

The Kingdom of Laera, known as the Home of the Knights, Slayer of the Dragons, the Archenemy of the Dragonae Kingdom. The kingdom set quite a reputation in the world of Elantro, one that was set apart from all kingdoms. The abundant food and water with the endless flow of magic in its nature made the world think the Laera Kingdom was the chosen one of the Fates. This was the very reason why the dragons from the Dragonae Kingdom wanted to take hold of Laera. However, after centuries of fighting over the land, they still failed.

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.

There was a strange flowing light and the dragons' beards fluttered as if they were sleeping. Dragons were mythical creatures. It was said that this race was one of the overlords of the Immortal Period. They were born with the magic power of an immortal. The white dragons were even rarer. They were the gods of dragons and the natural kings. Now, the power on this continent had changed. The dragons had been wiped out, and even the dragons' corpses could be rarely seen. After careful observation for a while, Ding Hao slowly climbed along the nine-fold steps to the base.

Kylie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all, Delores was speaking of dragons, beings that were so powerful that their mere presence in her world was enough to tip the scales of war. A dragon was not something that could be easily ignored, and she doubted that the entire world of Beastmen put together could even put up a fight when faced with a dragon. Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects.

After Long Chen explained the situation of the dragon realm to the two of them, Long Chen ordered them to return because it would be dangerous for the dragon tribe from the dragon realm to remain in this world. The difference between the dragon tribe and the dragons of the outside world is quite fundamental. Namely, they do not come from the same world. If the dragons outside the dragon realm are dragons, they are only considered dragons created by the heavenly laws of several worlds. The dragons of the dragon realm itself are the true descendants of the dragon emperor who have pure blood, including the other beasts that exist in the dragon realm. Similarly, the ancient gods from the underwo

She watched them arguing, and watched herself swoon in the arms of her father later on, just before he left to join the battle. Then came the dragons, majestic and terrifying. Their fiery breath and immense strength made them both revered and feared. They ruled the skies and the land, their dominance unquestioned. Olivera didn’t see what had brought them forth, but their power brought destruction, and another great war was waged to abolish them. The gods had sealed the dragons away in a realm beyond time and space, ensuring that their destructive reign would end. Olivera blinked once and twice. Dragons. They existed, and still exist? She had thought them myths.

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

The Dragon of Discreet furrowed his brows at the Drake. “… Dragon of Obeisance. The wars between the Destroyer and the world is upon us and here we are sticking to the advice of some Humane who definitely should follow our instructions not the other way round. We are the rulers of the world not some low creatures on the totem pole!”