Solo Leveling Dragon Monarch Novels & Stories

It makes him angry. But he’s still too afraid to ask for what he thinks he deserves. So he waits and waits, hoping it’s just a matter of time. That’s all, he tells himself. If he’s patient, surely the Dragon King will gift him real power just like the other gods do their own loyal servants, and those damned Druids will never be able to look down on him. He’s special, he reminds himself. He’s the only one of his kind, the only companion of the Dragon King. Those other gods? They have multitudes of servants to do their bidding, legions of them, but he’s a one and only. Of course he’ll have his just rewards in the end, and it’ll be so much better than the rest. He ought to start thinking of a t

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

The witches smile, and the wolves howl as Ash sweeps me off my feet, The Moon Goddess Clears her throat before she says to Ash, “Ash, you may now break your bonds and set your Queen free.” Ash roars as he breaks the ribbons. Within seconds, he stands in front of the Alter as the true Dragon King, towering over everyone as those beautiful emerald green scales shimmer in the moonlight. I stand beside him, Queen of the Dragons, not as tall as my mighty King but still towering over the witches and the wolves, as my Ruby red scales catch the glint of the moon.

“I think you and Cyryl are the key to winning the war against the royals.” It’s more or less what Cyryl has said to me, too. There’s a reason a queen dragon has found a rider after decades and possibly centuries of queens not bonding to riders. “We can start tonight if we get back in time,” he says, sliding his hand down my stomach. I open my legs, giving him the access he desires. “I want to see if you can use the power you pull on, then push it out to an object of your choosing,” he says, sliding his fingers over my clit.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

“But no matter how I look at him, the old man at home has nothing to do with the experts. The monk was a really top expert. As soon as he took action, he shocked everyone present. With just a roar, he frightened back several experts in Deity Realm and deafened the rest experts in Ascension Realm. "Then who is stronger, you and Dragon?" asked Little Apple. "I am a little worse than Dragon." The monk said, lowing his head slightly. "That's normal." Little Apple touched his nose and said. After all, Dragon was the number one in heavenly leaderboard. In the following days, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance had a hard time. With the monk, a top expert beside Little Apple, they defeated three waves of

A black scaled dragon. When I went to get the Lifewater, I made sure I had a skill that could cloak my presence. An assassin skill called [Stealth] that I had ranked it up to B rank and made my way up the mountain. That was how I had gotten the herbs. I could fight my way up. The wyverns and beasts were level sixty and up. The black Dragon's level was immeasurable. It could kill me with just a blink of its eyelash. This world was very harsh. It didn't have a lot of dark magic and cults. But it did have some meaty beasts.

I asked. "Of course, I met my dragon, Ryu, yesterday. She appeared in my head," Levy shared with a happy smile. I remembered my own meeting with my dragon, Hydra. It had been a blissful experience. Listening to Levy talk about her green dragon, which held the powers of healing and water, made me miss Hydra. "Levy, you should visit the Dragon Realm and register your dragon's name in the Dragon Shrine. Also, try to drink more fluids. Dragon energy can dehydrate you sometimes," I advised.

Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally. On my left were the twin dragon CEOs, Kelan and Declan Saxoni. They were the same age as me, even one of the prospective kings on the list before I stepped and claimed the throne. They hold power over the North and South poles, bearing the dragon power of water and ice. Sitting next to them was Lady Elvira Daggerhorn, a blonde-haired beauty who holds our hotel chains and rules over the entertainment industry. As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance.