Takemichi Black Dragon Novels & Stories

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

He stood there with a few papers in his hand as he watched me with a deep frown. I felt myself gulping under the intensity of his eyes, even from standing half away across the room. They stood out alarmingly against his dark hair, impossible to miss. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked, tossing the papers onto the table. My eyes wandered the length of his large office. The dominating black colour is what I noticed first. Black with gold embedded around, a mix of modern and vintage. The black wooden boards gleamed, sparkling against the hues if sunlight that poured into the room. Plain and cold, very much like him. But I couldn't help but remember the same colours coated him, when he was

Orion explains but I don't look at him as I see Aziel's dragon nearing in the sky. "Silas? Didn't you say that Aziel was the last dragon in the world?" Kenji asks and I look at him. "Yes" "Well who is that then? Aziel is chasing another dragon" Kanji say and points towards the sky. We all look up and Kenji is right the first dragon is black with a tint of blue and Aziel's dragon are flying behind it. The first dragon comes through the barrier and all agthered her are rushing away from the training ground as the dragon lands with grace but what shocks us more is the rider on it's back. With darkbrown hair and cerulean blue eyes, Poppy!

After the swarm of bone phoenixes circled above the palace for a while, suddenly—without warning—a massive black-winged dragon, astonishing in size, teleported into their midst. I let out a low cry and nearly fell to the ground. Even Lolo rushed to my side, trembling all over. That black-winged dragon was about the same size as a golden-winged dragon, but its tail and wings were far larger—so large that the frequency with which it beat its wings was only about a third of that of the bone phoenixes. I could not see the rider on the black-winged dragon clearly. But judging from that head of black hair, and the formation of other Aesir gods surrounding him, it was most likely Xiu’en.

If he is not interested, no matter whatever you do, he will not bend or change his decision. Blaze is the most powerful black dragons in the world. The black dragons are the most ancient beings and the first kind of Dragons to be born ever. Blaze is powerful and domineering. If he wants something, then he goes after it with a single minded focus until he gets it. There is no dragon in the entire black realm, who can fight and win with Blaze. There is no dragon even in human world, who can win over Blaze. But that's one thing that needs to be seen.

She was too numb to stand up herself, so she kneeled in front of him, panting, wide-eyed. “You,” she said. “You’re not human.” “I’m a dragon, Anzi.” “But you’re a man.” “I’m both.” He grasped her wrists and pulled her closer. “There are only a few of us. Not enough to fight for long. I thought I could kill him, but there’s something wrong. He has black magic strong enough to keep him alive even when I crush his heart.” “I know. You should have told me! I could have warned you that—”

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"