Whispering Death Dragon Novels & Stories

He was confident that by using this method, he had put himself in an unbeatable position. “Are you attempting to steal the tome from me, Tyr? Who do you think you are? You killed my great-grandson! I told you before that I’ll hack you into pieces!” With that, Frode made another magic seal with his hand. Instantly, a massive black dragon rose into the sky from the ocean behind him, and the bright moon in the sky echoed the dragon’s roar. “The Whispering Dragon!” Roar! Roar! Roar! That massive black dragon leaped from the vision with a ferocious roar as it dashed toward Tyr.

"But do not be afraid. That is your dragon spirit tearing you apart so it can merge with you." Nyxoria barely had time to process those words before she felt Ora lean in close. Her lips brushed Nyxoria’s ear as she began to sing: Life is a spark, a breath, a flame, A fleeting whisper, never the same. Death is the echo, the final call, A quiet promise that waits for all. Yet in between, the wild ones spin, The fearless laugh, the reckless grin. Some chase the song, some chase the fall, But all will kneel when the reaper calls.

The large dragon shook its head at her, before flapping its huge wings. "Deal with it Orion, Mr. Death isn't all that bad, now look at those genes, " Anna added taking her daughter's side. It was a well-known fact for those who had studied the books on dragon history that Liche dragons have formed from the union between a golden dragon and the god of death himself, crating this unique lineage of Liche that was also known as Dragons of the dead. Although they had lost their ability to breathe fie, Liche dragons were considered one of the most powerful species of dragons because they had the power to resurrect an army of the living dead during battle. "W-why-" Khloe began, struggling to find t

not breathing. The Old Dragon walk, while the younger dragon's immediately cleared their way to let the Old Dragon walk without minding who's on the way. As soon as he reach the nest where they were, he look at Zelia who were unconscious and not breathing anymore. "She's already dead."He said bluntly making them all gasped, while Valerian chuckles as tears keeps on rolling on his cheeks. "What are you saying, Old Dragon?! Zelia is a Deity and an Immortal! She won't die! Even if she will die—"

the boy stuttered out, a look of loss crossing his fingers. Death smiled, "I would have known if the beast of the fire dragons was here Edwin, your father is hard to kill, " he said grunting. "Dragons? " I echoed. Death looked at me, "Yeah dragons, big lizards that breath fire, " "We are not lizards, " Edwin whined. Death chuckled, "you know I didn't mean it little one, I fell in love with one remember? Now I can't get rid of her, " he muttered.

Then she heard and deep roar and scream, assuming it was the creature After a moment, she opened her eyes again, not feeling the impact of the creatures foot. She looked up and saw the black draekon with its jaws around the monsters neck, pinning it to the ground with his claws. The monster was flailing, screeching out into the treetops. But the draekon kept it pinned, digging its claws into the creatures chest. The draekon tensed, and closed its jaw tighter and ripped the throat out of the creature, silencing its screams and ending it's flailing.

she said, her eyes reflecting the firelight in strange patterns, like mirrored constellations. Darion nodded. “The desert is speaking. But I don’t yet understand the message.” “It’s not the desert,” Azhura whispered. “It’s the Vault calling you.” The Whispering Vault was a myth older than any kingdom, buried beneath dunes no map dared include. Said to hold imprisoned gods, forgotten weapons, and memories of worlds erased, it was never spoken of without fear. Darion had hoped the prophecy was wrong, that their path wouldn’t lead them there. But destiny rarely listened to hope.

Through the glacial veins she grew in their walls, she listened to the fearful whispers after every death and disappearance. A warrior who had molested her was caught in one of her traps. He pulled desperately at his foot encased in the blue of her veins. Toying with him, Loera giggled as she sent a towering whirlwind at him. “Who’s there?” “Today, you will die,” she whispered.

I whispered into the dimly lit room, though I knew the words weren’t meant for anyone but me—or the creature that now inhabited my mind. "Saphira, your dragon, birthed from the Tree of Life in the Dragon Kingdom," the voice answered, calm yet resonant. As her name hung in the air, a wave of soothing energy washed over me, and the headache began to leave. “I don't understand?” my voice was filled with confusion.

he cried, sobbing, but I only heard every cruel laugh, every slap, every leering stare in his voice. “Die,” I hissed, kicking him hard in the groin as he collapsed forward. His body convulsed, twitching as I yanked his head back by the greasy hair and dragged the knife across his throat again, deeper, severing everything that made him human. The gush was hot, metallic, soaking me, drenching me. His last breath rattled wet and broken against my ear.