Strongest Dragon Novels & Stories

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

Dragons from the God Beast Clan also have the advantage of extraordinary physical strength, immense true essence, and unparalleled therapeutic abilities. Many God Beast Clan dragons die without ever finding their masters because acquiring a dragon as a familiar is no simple task. For a normal dragon, one must either fight and defeat it or gain its trust through one's character before signing a pact. However, for dragons from the God Beast Clan, the bond is formed through a soul pact. It is a warrior's destiny that attracts a God Beast dragon to them. Hundreds of normal dragons cannot compare to one dragon from the God Beast bloodline; these dragons are royalty among their kind.

Zeus said. I glare at him. If I tried to fight this bastard, I'd die as soon as I attacked him. Werewolf especially, a hybrid, crossbreed between a dragon and a werewolf was the strongest among us and in the world of shifters. They are wingless but they are huge, larger than the king himself. I heaved a sigh. This hybrid doesn't know how to leave me alone.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin. With a sharp, sweeping motion of my arm, I unleashed a massive wave of raw fire straight toward the grand entrance. ​The roaring inferno slammed into the reinforced ironwood doors with the force of a collapsing mountain. ​There was a deafening roar as the flames devoured the thick wood instantly, superheating the metal plating until it melted into glowing liquid slag.

Yarsii grinned and exhaled heavily, feeling a receding tremor of tension disperse through his body, and a silver fog dissipates before his eyes. “Actually, I was just trying to help you,” Erto muttered. “Well, thanks, maybe you can explain something - what do you know about dragons?” "Dragons," the Vistolet spoke measuredly. “The strongest and most powerful beings in all the worlds. Reasonable, while completely devoid of such feelings as pity, regret, mercy, kindness. These are absolutely indifferent and cruel creatures. Their food is the energy absorbed from the living and non-living. If the dragon enters a new world, then, as a rule, such a world dies. It doesn't stop until it completely d

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

“I have to hold this beast off.” Dragons, being one of the S-class beasts, were the most powerful and rare class. So fighting them even at the cost of blood, sweat, and alar would never be enough. Arth had never beaten an S-class beast before. Even with his full strength, he still could not. And that thought had kept on bugging him out ever since he started fighting this wild dragon. However, his plan was not to kill it. He only needed to keep its attention out from Janshai for just a little longer.

And he chuckled too. "Then I will let you rest for a while. See you in the morning." I nodded at him and he turned on his heels to leave the room. I watched him going out, closing the door behind him. I was feeling bad for using him for my own benefit. Because only he has the power to fight with Vanessa. He's the Black Dragon King. He's an ancient dragon. Who are the most powerful supernatural beings among the all supernatural's? So I have a chance to win against Vanessa and bring back my daughter from her.