Warhammer 40k Black Dragons Books Novels & Stories

The elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, along with the Nine Heavens Gale, were instantly annihilated into nothingness the moment they brushed against the black dragon's scales. The disciples who were still near Dubhe immediately recognized the black dragon. "Gasp! This is the true dragon bloodline of monsteroid, a real black dragon. Could it be Damian?" "Hehe, we're in for an exciting show today. I wonder if Damian will win, or if Severin will turn the tables?" "Oh my god, the suspense is killing me. After all, Damian is a formidable paragon in the complete stage. How could Severin, a mere level four paragon, win against him?"

Every step he took caused something beneath his feet to crack and make a sound, not an echo, but a whisper, ancient prayers in the long-lost language of the War God. “Fire is awareness. Awareness is suffering. Suffering is life.” Rayden stopped. Before his eyes, a colossal black citadel appeared, towering without end. Its pillars pulsed like giant veins, and around it floated transparent dragons, spirits of dead Saint Dragons, but never at rest. They drifted without sound, their bodies like gleaming glass. As Rayden passed, the dragons lowered their heads, not in respect, but in fear. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Rayden whispered. “He’s still here.”

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

Orion looked up at my growling face, heaving deep breaths as he let out the smoke through my nostrils. “You will get your peace, Black Dragon,” Orion went out to stroke my snout. “Once we have finished, you may have your way with him.” Several vampires ran from the trees. I let out a roar, only to watch my father claw one and snap the head off another. The enormous bonfire they had created for the dead only grew higher and the flames turned into an array of darkened colored smoke once it consumed the dead. It was concluded that each body had black magic, thus creating the colored smoke. Father’s beak was tainted with the black-like blood of the enemy. My dragon automatically licked our lips,

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind. I searched the shelves, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A book with a cover made of black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. “The history of the lycanthropic dragons” I pulled the book down, my hands shaking with excitement. I opened the cover and began to read. Arwan walked forward, “What are you doing?” “Reading books, I need to know more and understand more about myself. Everything is blurry right now, I can't control my powers without understanding it.” I responded calmly.

“What do you mean though?” “Right before the war started the queen gave birth to three hatchlings. Everyone thought that the hatchlings died with their mother. When the war ended, I still felt the black dragon’s essence somewhere on earth. I had one of my servants go and search for the hatchlings intending to eliminate them. But when he finally found them they were living amongst humans, they were being raised as humans. They didn’t show the signs of the Black Dragons’ evil essence, in fact they were quite normal. I couldn’t bring myself to have them killed, so I had my servants find a witch to bind their dragon essence. I figure they would never have become evil if the only dragons alive we