Unspeakable Dragon Novels & Stories

Aurelia laughed. A servant came around to fill everyone’s cups with tea and coffee and then another circulated with a decanter of blood. The thought of drinking blood used to make Seraphina’s stomach turn but now, her mouth immediately began to water at the smell of it. For a while, everyone ate in a pleasant silence. “You wouldn’t guess what I saw when I looked out of my window last night,” Antoinette suddenly spoke up. “What was is my dear?” asked Narcissus. “Well” Antoinette continued, “I saw a purple ball of fire shoot across the sky followed by the most beautiful silver dragon”. Everyone in the room immediately turned to look at Seraphina. “Actually sister, Seraphina’s dragon’s skin sha

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

I swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any presence. "Stella, you're becoming afraid of your own shadow," a voice taunts me, echoing through the air. Ignoring the unsettling feeling, I retrieve my soda and pivot to return to my room. Suddenly, an unknown assailant seizes me from behind, covering my nose and mouth with a peculiar-smelling cloth. "I warned you that we would reunite," the voice declares, sending shivers down my spine as I instantly recognize its source. Struggling to resist, I desperately attempt to fend off my attacker, but my limbs refuse to obey my commands. Gradually, the battle becomes futile as my eyelids grow heavy, eventually succumbing to the dark

I still hated that he could invade my thoughts, but right now I understand that it was helpful at some points. “You released your Dragon when you know you aren’t supposed to. This is why Dragons should be eliminated, they are too unpredictable.” My father told another lie, but it was only a partial lie. “I don’t remember.” The pitch of Little Cyran’s voice rose, almost sounding scared and a little as if he were complaining. “I can’t wait until the day I die. After I die, your brother will be able to kill your Keeper and then all of this can be over. Dragons don’t belong in this world.” Father stepped away and moved to sit in his office chair.

Dragons had four talons, but Unus' true form did not have any. Its body was smooth and pitch black, but it had the head of a dragon. It looked as if a dragon had been grafted onto a snake, or the other way around. It looked very strange, and there was a cursed energy emanating from it that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Unus' slightly open mouth was like a strong vacuum. The apprentices of the Lynch family were all sucked up into mid-air before falling right into his mouth. In a moment of distraction, Bartemius was also sucked up into the air.

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

Lucian let out a weary sigh, "She was the complement of a Dragon Lord eons ago. When he discovered her on his eighteenth birthday, she was merely fifteen years old. The Dragon Council decided it would be best to wait until she turned eighteen before carrying out the Unification Ritual. However, a few days before her eighteenth birthday, someone maliciously poisoned her by placing black zaphynite particles in her tea. It was later revealed to be one of his former lovers. The Dragon Lord was inconsolable. Her family and the council had planned to bury her on the same day as the ritual, but he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go. So, he proceeded with the ritual anyway. He blew his fire

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

“The Undead are Dragons?” “The intelligent ones are,” Vanalise nods. “They can retain their sanity and intelligence. The ones who cannot do so, are not Dragons but are humans turned into Undead. The leader of the Undead is an ancient Dragon named Ilyich. He was once the leader of all Dragons but now, no one knows what happened to him.”