Plundered Energy Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

My hand pressed against his chest, and I felt the connection snap into place. The drain was instantaneous. His life force flooded into me—not stolen, but borrowed. I could feel the difference now, could sense the delicate balance Perla had talked about. I took only what I needed, leaving him unconscious but alive. The power surging through me intensified. Doubled. I turned to the next warrior. And the next. Within seconds, six of Riel's fighters were on the ground, breathing but unresponsive. And I was blazing with borrowed energy, so full of power I felt like I might burst apart from the inside.

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”

"They wanted to turn you into a living battery..." "Just as the High Elder of the Primordial Council tried to do to you in the crystal vault," Evelyn whispered, tears glistening in her silver eyes. "I realized then that the Eastern Court had lost its honor. They did not revere the ancient dragon spirits; they were parasites willing to consume their own royal children for absolute power. So, on the eve of the ritual, I breached the sacred vault of the Lotus Temple. I stole the true Dragon Core—the ancient celestial gem containing the unadulterated flame of our ancestors—and fled through the barrier into the surface realm."

He, too, will need his strength. Our eyes meet as Nefzaan now uses his own air power along with Zatalys’ to power Fedanir’s fire. He brushes the blood from my lips and I suck it off his thumb, making his eyes darken. ‘Will you be ok to face them?’ I ask quietly. “After all, they are the bodies-” ‘They are but carcasses of the men they once were. By robbing their graves and their bodies there will be consequences… those dragons are not my father nor my grandfather, but mere shells of the kings they once were,’ he says quietly.

Someone to fight for. Scraping of metal caught my attention above me, but not enough to halt my dragon’s thirst. Morgana pulled a red fire from her hands, shaking as she wielded it forward. I only caught it with my hand, rubbing the sphere and turning it back into my white light signature orb.

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

My size didn't make me bulky; it gave me a stride that covered the arena in heartbeats. I leaped over his sweeping tail, my paws skidding on the stone as I pivoted. I wasn't just fighting a dragon; I was outmaneuvering a god. Sol snapped his massive jaws, but I was already beneath him, my shoulder slamming into his chest to throw off his balance. He let out a surprised huff of smoke, flapping his wings to regain his footing. He swiped with a claw that could have sliced a tank in half, but I rolled, my violet markings flared bright as I absorbed the kinetic energy of the room.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

After a short while, two things came to Wilbur's mind: energy and explosive power. The formation was special in how it would absorb energy that was released, which meant that it would not absorb Wilbur's energy as long as he did not release it directly. That meant that Wilbur could channel his energy into the Azure Dragon Spear, and then use it from a distance to kill the winged dragon. All of a sudden, the dragon's cry interrupted Wilbur's train of thought. The winged dragon flapped its wings, and hundreds of huge rocks came falling from the heavens toward Wilbur.

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*