Robot Dragons Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

The monster's body looked weak. “Draco, holy flame! Now!" cried Edmund for guidance. Draco waved the fire dragon wings he was wearing. He was fully concentrated. “Urvath! Holy Flamdro,” said Draco. “Urvath, Holy Flame.” The dragon flaming wings on Draco's back fluttered rapidly and released the flames with a white light in the center of their core. The flames quickly wrapped around the monster's body, which was already weak and in pain from the healing water. The sword beast's body burned to the ground to become dust, causing black smoke to soar and a hissing sound that hurt the ears.

Roar! The black shadows were forced out one by one, and there was a bone dragon beneath each shadow. However, these bone dragons should be the remnant’s wills. Their attack power was not powerful, and each one only had a mouthful of toxic death mist. It would be fine as long as one could dodge it, but someone was hit by it. Sky Roc’s body was huge. The toxic death mist spat onto its wings by accident, and half of its wings instantly fell off, causing it to roll all over the ground in pain.

It's a beautiful sight. "Wow," Arianna lips hung. Brigid cleared her throat continuing to read. "Pyrrhos, by contrast, was a realm of fire and might, governed by the Dragon Goddess Drakora. Her chosen, the Ouroboros, bore crescent marks on their necks, with silver hair and eyes as bright as molten flames. These warriors commanded the power of fire, bonded to majestic dragons who soared through blazing skies.” Arianna heart stopped. What the hell?!

My children, the humans, can’t hurt us anymore; if anything, their weapons are big, scary toys that are more likely to scare their own people than hurt us. Nineteen dragons broke through the cloud cover simultaneously, their massive forms silhouetted against the Seattle skyline in a display that would forever change human understanding of their world. Fire dragons with scales like burnished copper, trailing smoke and flame. Storm dragons crackling with lightning that connected sky to earth in brilliant arcs. Ice dragons whose crystalline bodies refracted the city lights in prismatic displays. Earth dragons whose granite hides seemed to blend with the very architecture of the urban landscape.

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.

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.

It was big definitely but Dragomir could swear on anything that it wasn’t a real dragon. “It is so not like anything I’ve seen anywhere before”, she paused, “Not like I’ve seen anything before” Raisel turned towards him, and she noticed his impassive expression, “What? This doesn’t excite you in the least. We are staring at a real-life dragon, what isn't exciting about that?" “That doesn’t look like a dragon”, he stated simply, “That is not a dragon for sure” She stared at the dragon, “It looks real to me”

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality. ​Before I could fully adjust to the new surge of power, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. ​The heavy scent of fresh dragon blood and intense thermal energy had leaked from the cave opening, alerting the true masters of the lower depths. From the surrounding dark tunnels, a low, collective growling echoed against the stone walls. ​Red eyes pierced the gloom—dozens of them. A massive pack of abyssal nightmare beasts, twisted predators with multiple limbs and jagged armor, poured into the cavernous chamber.