Powerful Dragon Novels & Stories

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

While Diti walked towards it and caressed it lovingly. This being's breath was hot, and she could feel the power that breath contained. It was more than the power she had felt the night her children 's souls escaped. This being was more powerful than any celestial God. It was stronger than any of Aditi's sons. "I will call you Vritra, the first dragon." The dragon stared hard, the golden eyes shining brighter. The beast recognized the name. "Vritra," it repeated. The End

Darryl questioned subconsciously. Yennie looked at the young dragon closely. She could not hide her shock as her voice trembled when he said, "A dragon is the strongest enchanted beast. Their energy and techniques include water, fire, and lightning. Some of the dragons have other special abilities too. However, that situation would only appear once every thousand or ten thousand years." Yennie took a deep breath and continued to speak, "I never imagined that your dragon could swallow the enemies even when it has not reached a mature age. That is quite unbelievable."

It seemed to have caught on after a while as a few other dragons like mine had been named similarly. I loved my dragon. She was a beautiful black dragon with a white skull marking and had gorgeous star like spots all over her in various colors. There were bright and dark blue, violet, red and green. Her wings were huge and hide webbed, connected by various bones in her shoulder joints. Her tail was silver tipped and looked frayed but it really wasn't. Her horns were curved backwards into a loop, the tips pointing forward. They were spotted with faint red spots, almost making her look bloody. I thought it was kind of funny myself. As for her powers, she could communicate with all dragon breed

This dragon was even bigger than the others, and the power radiating off of him had me wanting to cower in fear. It was the Dragon King.

I said. “You don’t have to be,” he said with a smirk. “So any Sire can make another dragon submit?” I asked him. “Don’t be an idiot, you’re a gray dragon, stronger than all three Elders combined, we can make her submit,” he said. “Easy as that,” I said sarcastically. “What’s Abeloth saying?” Felix asked me. “In the realm of dragons?” I asked Abeloth. “Duh,” Abeloth said and retreated once again.

"It's nothing. I'm just curious about the dragon's power. The dragon's power can only be emitted by our Dragon Tribe creatures. It's very difficult for a human to master this kind of dragon's power. Moreover, even if he has mastered the dragon's power, he can only release a little of its power. However, although this dragon's power on this kid is weak, it's extremely pure!" There was a strange fluctuation in the flood dragon's voice. Wangjiao was obviously its name.

"Wait! Here, it says it again." Drake abruptly stood, and River and I leaned closer to hear what mystery unfolded. "Dragons carried the balance of magic." He began reading. "Those of purple eyes held the greatest power and were revered as leaders of the rest." His finger skimmed a few lines before he spoke again. "It says a woman of great power imprisoned one of these majestic creatures. She was a witch and believed to be able to break her bones to morph into other creatures. She was determined to control the balance of power, spending years experimenting on many types of dragons."

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?

However, Neela was way too tame and gentle compared to this dragon in front of his eyes. The dragon had an intense aura surrounding it as if nothing could ever compare to it. It was so immensely powerful that any uman would feel weak in their knees just by looking at it. One’s heart and soul would quiver in fear, falling to the ground while feeling blinded by this entity.