Whispering Death Dragon Novels & Stories

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

I whisper to him as his eyes widen. “Since your body is already withering away because it didn’t get enough of our blood, you will just waste away. You will be surrounded by a sea of absolutely nothing just like what you are. Nothing. You are going to fade away into existence and no one on this earth will miss you. That is the fate you decided on when you decided to fuck with the dragons” I growl.

“Your father spared this world, because he understood that it was the last one in which he could make the Transition and the next Transition would close the Doors for him. But your brothers are different. My brothers are dead! “That's what I'm talking about. They don't care, nothing holds them back. They are driven only by the thirst for energy that fills the space. They will take it all away, pull it out of all sources, destroy the very essence. This world will perish, Yarsi. My brothers are dead... Dragons don't die, they change. The death of a living body is only a transition to another form. Dragons are werewolves, they can take the form of any creature, but if you kill this creature, th

A part of Nyra made visible and deadly. The projected dragon snapped forward. Her jaws closed over the wraith-touched creature’s head. Golden fire burst from within her bite. The creature screamed. That scream was different. Real. Final. Its body burned not orange, not red, but gold-white, light pouring through every black vein until the thing came apart in ash that did not rise again. Everything paused for half a breath. Then the others shrieked. The wraith-touched hated her. Good. They also feared her. Better.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The officer on the other end replied calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. There are many wild animals around Cloudmist Mountain. We've sent out a search, but we haven't found your wife's body. All we found was a bloodied, shredded piece of clothing. We suspect the body may have been eaten by the wild animals…" "Don't... don't say any more…" "Mr. Grant, falling from the mountain top is usually fatal, especially with the presence of wild animals. Please accept our condolences." "I told you, don't say it anymore!!!" He hung up the call, his hands trembling with rage. Then, he blocked the number. But just moments later, another call from another unfamiliar number came through. Samuel couldn't contain

He blew the whistle. No sound came from it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then... The Shadow Dragon suddenly stopped moving. Its glowing eyes turned blood red. Dark mist wrapped itself around its enormous body. Kael's heart sank. "The whistle..." Commander Rylan nodded grimly. "It's a Mind Chain." "A forbidden artifact." Varis's smile widened. "The dragon belongs to the Regent now." The beast slowly lowered its massive head. Then it turned. Not toward the soldiers. Not toward Kael.