Robot Dragons Novels & Stories

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

With huge red bat like wings and long red spiked tail and horns. "This is a transitioning Red Dragon." Anessa declares in amazement. Meryl seemed amazed too. "There hasn't been one since....." Meryl looks up at Haer. "Since Draco was defeated by Serp." Haer turns to the sleeping Teenager boy. "The Cage is made of Adamantium. Nearly indestructible. No one can get to him so he is safe in there." She then turns to us.

Ragnar vaguely felt himself grab a hold of Titan, and she immediately flooded him with as much calming energy as she could, but her healing was no match for a royal dragons fury and with a disdain that spoke volumes, he threw his trusted friend out the window, as he sprinted through the door to follow his mate. Ragnar could see the three men veering through the halls trying to evade his pursuit, but he was not the king of dragons for nothing, and with hell's fury lending him added speed, his dragon flew free in a cluster of teeth and claws. The magic of dragon-made buildings allowed the walls to shift, accommodating his mammoth size as Ragnar barrelled after the fleeing ice dragons. Charlott

Nayara remained more centrally above, cutting swaths as she could. The Ma’veth did not ignore the Dragons. After their initial pass, masses of the creatures swarmed up to assail them. They had little effect against them. Hard Dragon scales were more than enough protection against their sharp teeth, nor could their venom penetrate. Those that made the attempt died in plumes of Dragon fire. The Guardians continued doing their best to quell the influx of more of them and to eliminate as many as possible. The task kept them busy as they helped lower the threat to the soldiers below.

The X City- The Capital City of Country X. Characters on focus. Ronald Si Long- The strongest dragon and one of a kind in a million years. He is a hybrid of a Blue flame Ice phoenix and an Azure Dragon. He is rebellious and doesn’t want love as he believes love did not even save his mother in the Dragonic World War. He has the ability to sniff even an insect and know its birth parents and the life it has lived with its history back to three generations. But, he couldn’t sniff Anita and he becomes an opponent worthy for his practices.

“Are you planning to obtain the treasure from the tower, Master?” Xatia asked curiously. “I have to give it a try, at the very least!” James looked at the ladies. “All of you are only at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Third Tribulation, so stand back.” Xatia was about to say something when she saw James rush toward the Bromeliere Tower already. At that very moment, ground shaking and deafening roars could be heard as two gigantic dragons glided out of the tower. Both dragons radiated powerful Genesis Qrohms as they flew toward James.

Here I'm being saved, yet again, by a Drakon. The giant dragon lands near the Palace's front gates with a heavy thump. Seconds later, a lavender and blue-toned Phoenix also lands nearby. Lowering itself, the dragon opens its left wing, creating a ramp for me to dismount. I slide down, stumbling as my feet hit the puffy snow. My legs shake uncontrollably, my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water trying to consume as much Oxygen as possible while riding the adrenaline rush as I observe the intimidating being before me. Its Godzilla-like body shape reminds me of Bahamut from the Final Fantasy franchise, gargoyle wings twice its corporal size, glowing blue spine spikes from head to tai

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

"I’ll lead them back, but you have to keep your promise too." Rozi, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "I assure you, though I’m a member of the Abioyes, I only kill evil dragons." "You’re from the Abioye family?" Dracheon exclaimed in shock, "In that case, I can’t let you go. All three hundred and five dragons from the Dagahras died at the hands of the Abioyes. Only three of us brothers are left. Revenge is ours to claim." Dracheon lunged at Rozi, ready to fight to the death, completely forgetting the earlier agreement.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss