Power Rangers Dragon Knight Novels & Stories

"Yes, Master. I recognized one of them… Their killing style was different. They're from the first phase of our training." "The Dragon Knights?" Dustin's brow furrowed deeply. Every Black Dragon had gone through seven phases of training. The first phase specifically focused on how to fight the Dragon Knights—because those assassins always aimed for the neck when killing. The Black Lions ranked first as the most dangerous in the world, with the Black Dragons second. The Dragon Knights were the lowest-ranked—but precisely because of their signature killing style, they were the first opponents every Black Dragon was taught to survive. And Dustin knew their Master, an infamous Chinese assassin.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

He wasn't fighting back, neither was he resisting and it infuriated me all the more. I slammed into him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and flung him across the room. I barely registered the shocked faces around. This was between my bastard of a mate and I, and I pretty much didn't give a damn about how much strength I was showcasing. He crashed into a table, breaking it into several pieces. I sifted again, aiming to strike again but something... Someone held my arm. "Danae." Nyxaria called with her voice in deep layers. My dragon stirred and I felt myself starting to slip... Much like... When Adrienne had... My vision sharpened with razor focus and bloodlust.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

The hairs on her arms stood up just thinking about that murderous look in his eyes. Sure, she had seen Zarek angry before, but this was different. The way his bulging muscles looked in the low light reminded her that he was someone to be feared. A pulse had throbbed on the side of his neck while he stood there cracking his knuckles, those golden pools practically glowing. She hadn’t been afraid of Zarek; at least until she found out he was Dragonkin, a big one, too. Imagining that body of his being used for lethal force sent shivers down her spine.

Dorian’s Dog was keeping an eye on his master’s sister. It sounded so… fucked up. “How-How are you there? How come I don’t remember you? Or- Or any of this, Zayne?” “This is only proof we were meant to be together. Forever. I am the Knight of this dragon after all.” He picked a picture without breaking the intense stare. I was dressed as a dragon for Halloween. There were all of us. Dorian, as a King. Antler, a goblin. And a girl, dressed as a Queen. All together.

“What the hell is a Dragon Knight? Are dragons real?” Felix continued. “Dragons are real. They keep to themselves, mostly, but they are controlled and ridden by Dragon Knights. Each knight gets a dragon at birth, one that was hatched around the same time he was born. And they are bonded for life. My dragon is Ignatius. You saw him yesterday.” I spoke slowly. “There were two dragons.” “The other one was Hades. He belongs to Charles.” I wanted to curl up and scream. “So you have magic?”

" Oscar nodded slowly. He had heard as much before. Not every dragon was the universe's creation. Only the true dragons, those capable of drawing upon the world's deep currents and wielding genuine power, were the threat Draconox existed to contain. The sub-attribute breeds were, at most, a delicacy on Draconox's table. "So why would someone use a ritual like this to contact a dragon with no real power?" Oscar muttered, then shook his head. "Document everything. Then destroy the site. Sweep the entire city of Silverton. This is not the only ritual location."