Whispering Death Dragon Novels & Stories

he whispered into the wind before putting on his hat. "Rejoice Rubisviel, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest and descendant of the great phantasmal Pendragon." he opened his hand revealing the last bullet he had that can kill the witch made from the bones of the Demon of Death Thanatos where the witch's name was engraved. She had wittily destroyed his equipment and supplies making it more difficult to kill her but this will never deter him. What she did made him more excited to face her and take her life.

"Why'd you give it that name?" "What's wrong with it? Nine divine dragons poured everything they had into forging this whip!" Lyana cracked it proudly, and a crisp snap rang out. Listening carefully, one could truly sense dragon roars within the sound. "Love it!" Chase had no choice but to humor Lyana. As he spoke, he opened the small black book, the Book of Life and Death. Black and white energies erupted, swirling around Chase's entire body. At that moment, Absolute Evil appeared before them.

David needed to be careful since he was already at death’s door. The Draco opened its mouth. A sound came out which surprised David, who knew for a fact that the super reptile species did not have vocal cords. The Draco spoke with words that it got from the psion stone and Elizabeth. “Die… fucker.” Huh?!?!

When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Dragons.”

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

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," I cautioned, my tone turning serious. "For she can also be

“Did you hear that?” Torren’s daggers were already in his hands, his eyes darting to the shadows. “Yeah. And it’s not the wind.” The whispers grew louder, a chorus of voices speaking in a tongue long forgotten. From the cavern’s depths, shapes began to emerge—ethereal, translucent figures, their forms flickering like dying flames. Their eyes were hollow sockets, their mouths open in silent screams. “Wraiths,” Elara breathed, her voice trembling. “Spirits bound to the prophecy. They’re drawn to the fragments.”

Instead, it resembled a tightly shut pistachio nut or an eyeball covered with upper and lower eyelids, perfectly smooth and bald of eyelashes, only their creases puckered and prominent. Aki gingerly reached out her hand. Although the pendant-egg itself didn’t glow like the Everlite crystals around her, it felt like it was radiating out of its containment. And humming. At first wordlessly and then, all at once, Aki could make out human words. It was a cross between the rhythmic chanting of a mantra and the forbidden language of Split Tongue; the now dead language that the Salamanders had created in order to communicate with their dragon overlords. {Dragonkist… Dragonkist… Dragonkist… Dragonki

One of the spirits whispered. “What do we owe the pleasure of such a powerful presence? What is it you wish for?” Another asked. “I wish to appear as a dragon until I reclaim what is mine. I need to borrow more power to hold this illusion. I offer you a taste of my blood and a sip of my own power in return.” I said. They let out excited laughter as they wrapped themselves around me—the cold feeling of death and despair wrapping itself around me in their place.

Her wings folded, her body shifting between forms until she stood tall over the dying demon, part dragon and part woman. “Then choke on this,” she whispered as she stretched as hand towards her. The binding flared, white-hot, like sun born from her palm. Vraeleth convulsed, the void in her chest burning inward, dark smoke spilling from her mouth and eyes. Her form flickered, tearing apart at the edges. Yet even as she died, she smiled, her voice faint, mimicking their past intimacy. “Did you love me, Merenrys?” she breathed.