Supreme Dragon Novels & Stories

Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her. “That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.” “You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”

And sure enough, soon Cresta's body was lifted into the air, emitting a huge black light, and out of the black light came the dragon known as Frenya. Adrianne lied that she would burn Cresta's body when she died. Adrianne was so in love with the fact that he would gain such great power, a dragon. Winged creatures that can breathe fire can truly be the most powerful weapon of war. Moreover, the dragon was promised to be gigantic, immortal and forever obedient to him and his descendants. Adrianne knew that he would be the most powerful man if he had a pet dragon. At the mere thought of gaining such power, he lost his eyes and sacrificed a girl who loved him so dearly.

I said. “You don’t have to be,” he said with a smirk. “So any Sire can make another dragon submit?” I asked him. “Don’t be an idiot, you’re a gray dragon, stronger than all three Elders combined, we can make her submit,” he said. “Easy as that,” I said sarcastically. “What’s Abeloth saying?” Felix asked me. “In the realm of dragons?” I asked Abeloth. “Duh,” Abeloth said and retreated once again.

I would stop and take a moment to marvel if Ona wasn't in so much distress. As more screams reverberate down the hall, I rush after Primus towards the source. I don't see the drake until our limbs tangle together as we both crash to the floor. "Good Gods! Watch what you are doing you incompetent commoner. Oh, a sun dragon!" he snarls, adjusting the circlet in his hair as he awkwardly stands.

"It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!” Drake was surprised that Elio could recognize it. He gave Elio a thumbs up and praised, "You truly are knowledgeable, Master Rinz. Very few people know about this fruit. I bought it at a foreign auction. Over there, they called it the Earthfire Bead and said that consuming it can extend one's lifespan." Elio stared at it intently and weighed it in his hand again. It was as heavy as a stone. He asked with a smile, "How much did you spend to buy it?"

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”

Which brings the realm to its most dangerous hierarchy: the existence of the Supreme Direwolf. While standard Direwolves carry the spirit of ancestral warriors, the Supreme Direwolf is the absolute apex of Northern existence. Born only once every few centuries into the royal bloodline during the Harsh Winter, the Supreme Direwolf carries the full, concentrated weight of the realm's primordial origin—a spirit so vast, so overwhelmingly powerful, that its internal furnace burns ten times hotter than any standard beast. Without an Anchor, a Supreme Direwolf is a ticking apocalyptic clock. To carry the Supreme spirit is to walk on the razor-edge of total madness, fighting every single day to sto

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

Cicero nodded, “That black dragon is the mount of that supreme warrior back then. Before he exhausted his luck and life span to lay the seal, he divided the black dragon into two, which were the dragon spirit and the dragon corpse. The dragon corpse was sealed in a chaotic enchantment, while the dragon spirit was transformed into the Fiery Lexicon. “When the great disaster in the future is approaching, the chosen one can use the magic books to become a God. The dragon spirit and dragon corpse will be combined into one. The dragon would pass the trial together with the chosen one, helping him to break through and become a new God.” Both Magus and Xavion were stunned at this point. The former

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"