Realistic Lightning Dragon Novels & Stories

BOOMMM. The first bolt of lightning, dark black in color, descended and took the form of a black dragon. The black dragon attacked Long Chen directly into his own soul. As a result, the defense Long Chen had created had no effect at all because what the black lightning was attacking was his own soul. "Ugh!" Long Chen coughed up blood and felt dizzy from the first black lightning attack. The second lightning bolt attacked Long Chen without waiting for him to catch his breath. The red lightning bolt, like fire, attacked Long Chen by burning his skin.

And even stranger was that the dark clouds blanketed the region of the duel grounds only. "Draco deus tormento. It means 'dragon god's cannon'. Do you know why it has such a name?" The formerly silent Mane had a serene smile on his face as he addressed his friends. He needed no reply from them to continue. "It is a technique that was created by the spiritualist, 'Basileus The Great'. He made it after observing the lightning dragon for three days and three nights. The lightning dragon was of the lightning element, yet it had the inherent ability to summon a fire ball technique. But this wasn't just any fire ball. Upon exploding, this fire ball was able to temporarily summon rain. You see, as

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

And inside the clouds, violet lightning flashed with rhythmic, intelligent precision. "Magic," Kren hissed. "Battle stations! Shield generators to maximum! It's the fugitives!" The fleet mobilized. Turrets rotated. Shields hummed to life, creating shimmering blue domes over the ships. "Target the center of the storm!" Kren ordered. "Fire at will!" Green plasma bolts tore into the clouds. But the storm fought back. Bolts of violet lightning—Dragon fire guided by Zephyr’s wind—slammed into the ocean, boiling the water and creating a wall of steam that blinded the targeting sensors.

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

The biggest threat of those, is the elf. Rather than run, my incredible dragon, growls warningly. They don’t heed her warning, so she blasts them with all four elements at once, sending all eight of them flying head over tail, smashing the two mixed looking dragons into the mountain. I watch them fall, crushing the lion creatures below them. The flying Lycan screams, getting tossed much farther away because she’s smaller than the dragons and the last two were blasted so hard that they are now tumbling toward the earth, struggling to right themselves before they smash into the ground.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

“The route with crystals is uncharged faerie magic.” Thinking back to their conversations, he thought aloud. “You said no magic can be used here.” Remembering Brandon’s insistence help him down, what he thought at that time a dark abyss. Flashing a mesmerizing smile and entrancing wink. “That was partly a strategy to get you to ride me.” His body is definitely not in sync with his rational mind, frustrated his body gave up the fight. Extremely grateful his dragon maintained his distance and he tried to deal with the restricting emotions. “Kiowa is technically a pure natural sprite dragon like the elementalist wolf before you.”

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh