Void Dragon Novels & Stories

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power.

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

Her wings beat again with an enormous leathery flap, sending another hurricane-like gale to knock aside loose stones and flatten grass and force Anzi to back up even more if she didn’t want to end up with her nose planted in the ground. Oh, gods. The dragon—she was flying. Not only that, but she could see Oza and Letti on the base of her neck, looking as tiny as ants as they clung to the saddle. The Prince was there too, clinging to the great dragon’s side with what must be hooks at the joints of his wings, like a bat’s. And again and again, the great dragon slowly beat her wings as she descended upon them. Anzi glanced back with bleary, wind-blinded eyes to see Doufan now bowled away along

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragon slayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 0/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 225 STR:75 (1 STR= 3 ATK) MP: 500 INT:100 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :62 AGI:62 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic). Advanced Stealth(Unique), Super Enhanced(Mystic), Calm down(U), Ultra- Amplify(Unique),Poison Mastery(Mystic), Acid Mastery(Mystic) ,Bioshift(Unique), Blinking Steps(Mystic), Time Shift(Unique),Fire Ball(Rare), Stealing Life(Disaster), Judgement Seal(Unique), Superior life(Disaster) , Advanced Heal(Mystic)]

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

The Lung Dragon also called the Dragon of Discreet exhaled. “Before you ask how’s she a regressor, you should’ve asked how could a being like her knows where exactly the Dragon Nest is. That’s something not even the Immortals could distinguish. That alone make me believe indeed she was telling the truth all along in short the Dragon of Verity and Vilification acknowledged her.” The Dragon of Discreet groaned again, for the first time in billions of years, he was short of words. “… Seems like all hope was given to her.”

He could not afford to lose her. ***** Anya Carefree Anya reached the hill. She couldn’t see or hear anyone. There was only silence. “Dada! Dada! Where are you?” She walked carefully through the overgrown bushes around her. Anya knew no fear. She had heard of snakes and scorpions here but she had already seen and slept with bugs of various sizes inside her tiny shanty.