Whispering Death Dragon Novels & Stories

I felt his shoulders dislocate as he screamed. “Do you yield?” I asked him loudly as he trashed around trying to get loose from my grip. I looked at the Elders and they nodded their approval. I let go of his arms and he winced as they flopped down next to him. I grabbed his head and pulled it up exposing his throat. My hand morphed into a claw again as I gave him one last look and ripped his throat out. His dragon whimpered once as he shimmered and disappeared back to the realm of dragons. His host was dead and he would return to Typhon’s lair and explain why he had returned alive. Abeloth blew smoke from his nostrils before merging with me again.

My claws… my dragon claws. Death… he dies… my claws ripped into his skin like it was nothing but warm butter, and I watched with horrific glee as his blood spurted and spilled out, coating the ground around me. Haris fell to his knees, then to the ground in the green pool, his eyes rolled back. With one last death rattle, the Draygon was dead. Still, the voice did not let me go. A roar flew out of my mouth conjured up from the depths of my soul. My bones cracked, giving away to the beast inside of me.

he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this. “Mmm,” she said, her blue green eyes sparkling, for despite her reservations, she gave in. Drago kissed her again, but this one was anything but soft, instead it was full of lustful passion. As his warm hands caressed her sides, he deepened their kiss, and soon, his tongue was entangled with hers, coming together in a sensual,demanding dance. “You are so beautiful, mate of mine,” he growled in a deep voice, that Madchen thought was his possessive dragon. Possessive...Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat.

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut

"He is not like us, with a wolf that I can connect with in hopes that he’ll reason with his Lycan. He doesn’t have a dragon... He is a dragon." "Do not call him our mate," Visenya declared firmly. "He is nothing to us." Visenya gasped and turned her head in the direction of a mysterious sound. "What’s that? Did you hear that?" "I didn’t hear anything, Visenya," Delilah responded, trying to calm her. “I heard whispers... someone’s down here,” Visenya exclaimed, her voice trembling as she started to hyperventilate and weep simultaneously. “Visenya, that’s just your mind playing tricks on you. Try to calm down,” Delilah said soothingly.

She whimpered and not long after, the gasping breath finally stopped. “Do you know, little lady, when the world burns, it is not the true dragons that stay alive? It is the Cyne worms that stay alive. They can’t burn, unlike the dragons who breathe fire. How ironic is that, to die as you are birthed? I am not a true dragon. I am Cyne worm and I will live off the ashes, and then one day, when the fire stops and when the ashes have settled, I will be a true dragon once again.” I chuckled as I kicked her once more before I walked towards the royal council. They would gather soon to talk about Lady Thalia Red and her tragic suicide?! After attacking the prince’s mate... she was quite helpless an

"You know that I'm his real wife, so why are you playing along with this ruse, May?" The moment those words left my mouth, the color faded from both of their faces, while the audience erupted in confusion. "Is this woman mad? Why did she call the bride May?" "Didn't May get caught in an explosion a month ago?" "That's right! Since when could the dead come back to life?" "You're right, they can't. Unless… she didn't die in the first place!" The hall exploded into chaos, conversations erupting from every direction. Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!"

Lightning zapped at the dragon as they did so, spinning around the dragon so fast, Viper must have spotted them form the Yin and Yang symbol. She was at the prime of her power when she turned to see shadowy figures materialize all around her, like ghosts. They sparkled in different colored lightning, hovering around her and she could see them smile. Strangely, it was as if the Ultimate Speedverse was telling her who they were, whispering words into her ear; words like Zeus and a ghastly figure appeared hovering next to her. Another whisper that sounded like Maia—a feminine shape appeared on her other side, then more whispers like Apollo. . .Poseidon. . .Horus. . .Herkules. . .Athena. . .Arte

It was as if he was… death itself. To these wyrms, he had become something even more terrifying than anything they had ever meet in this dangerous X-Rank Dungeon. The swipe of his tail released deadly miasma and venom secreted from the glands located on its tip, merged with his spectral soul attack, it released a wave of death to anything it touched. The dark wave reached the small Wyrms, of no more than the size of a car compared to Chaos, as they were infused with the deadly poison. Their entire bodies twisted n agony, their guts began to come out of their mouths, vomiting them out alongside a lot of blood.

With the fast and rhythmic tapping sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard, the white screen shows and emphasizes with bold and capital letters the word, 'DEATH''. To the shade of those merlot eyes and the hidden illusion of perfect beauty that hides in between are the shadowed eyes of a scaled serpentine dragon. The equivalent exchange of the life that draws to the written words accompanied with the meaning of, “DEATH,” Whispering the word as the eye of the dragon within her flashes in a second and reflected unto the screen, she asks. “REINCARNATION,”