Solo Leveling Dragon Monarch Novels & Stories

“You have my word. As Queen of Luxandra, the Celestial Kingdom, and the Solar Kingdom of the South, you have my word.” He gives a small bow. “From one monarch to another, I honor your word and hold you to it." Standing on the edge of the opening, he takes a step forward and lets himself fall. Holding my breath, I wrap the cloak around me and follow his lead. The drop is steep, dark, and seems to never end and as I accelerate towards the blue glow, I hope there is a way out that doesn't involve coming back in the way we came in--although something tells me I won't be so fortunate. I hate it when I have to claw my way up a surface. I still have a hard time believing that my nails can transform

Calvert, being the dragonoids' prodigy, knew very well that there was always a greater gap to bridge the higher a practitioner's attainment was. When it came to royal paragons, for example, it was impossible for someone at level four to defeat a level nine opponent. It would be even more difficult for supreme paragons who have understood the Rules of Heaven and Earth, refined their bodies, and forged their own path. After all, the gaps between each stage of a level were separated by a huge chasm. At that moment, Calvert felt that the death of his eldest brother Drake at Severin's hands was not as difficult to stomach as before. Severin's invincibility against similar-level opponents was an o

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.

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that.

And by promising to love his brides every day for as long as they live, he broke his curse. We enter our realm and Laryn puts on a burst of speed. I'm just about to follow when he suddenly curves his neck up and flies over me upside down until he's behind me. I know what his plan is and it involves his large blue cock. Dragon form is the only way to mate and produce a child. We've worked diligently at it. Our time will come. I'm not looking forward to the two years of nesting. I enjoy our forays into other realms and the treasure we bring back. I have my own treasure room now and I'm slowly filling it.

Malaika asked despite the trouble of remembering the names. “The fifth is called Dominar. If you reach the dominar level, it means you can do all four kinds of water manipulations and are able to create your own technique. It’s rare. The only dominar level here is the governor. Hence, he is close to attaining immortality.” “What about the headmaster?” she asked. “Professor Prife is semi-dominar level.”

Kane Smith waiting for bamboo body monks are unusually excited. Tadhg Walter's eyes were closed, Derek Alexander appeared to let him feel the seriousness of the matter, only afraid of the ordinary bamboo body monk expected, Dragon King's strength in many sects belongs to the standard class middle, has developed in recent years, has approached the middle. Even Derek Alexander appeared, obviously other sect masters, teachers are afraid to appear.