White Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

Cicero nodded, “That black dragon is the mount of that supreme warrior back then. Before he exhausted his luck and life span to lay the seal, he divided the black dragon into two, which were the dragon spirit and the dragon corpse. The dragon corpse was sealed in a chaotic enchantment, while the dragon spirit was transformed into the Fiery Lexicon. “When the great disaster in the future is approaching, the chosen one can use the magic books to become a God. The dragon spirit and dragon corpse will be combined into one. The dragon would pass the trial together with the chosen one, helping him to break through and become a new God.” Both Magus and Xavion were stunned at this point. The former

Seraphina blushed deeply and quickly pulled her dress back on, Seraphina never knew how to respond to compliments, after all of the vile tongue lashings she had received from their Lady, she could not believe someone to say something kind towards her. Bethel looked like she had seen a ghost, Melanie quickly grabbed her a chair and ushered her to sit down. “Not since-since King Xaveris” whispered Bethel. She quickly shook her head realising the girls before her wouldn’t know who King Xaveris was. “King Xaveris was one of the first vampires in the Empire, his familiar was a dragon, the strongest, most powerful Vampire King we have ever seen. It is said he was part God, no-one has worn the drag

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

said king Damien . " Your majesty , even if he isn't nothing compared to you , the human's technology had advanced a lot . They can be considered on pair with us , normal dragons . " said the butler . With the crystal of power gone the strength of the empire had become weaker . They couldn't fight humans in the way they used to . Their technology had improved to the point of creating new weapons by using some ancient natural materials that could be found on earth and attacking the dragons . ' Damn it ! All that crystal's fault ! As soon as I find it , I will make the human's world mine . ' thought Damien looking at his empire .

The punishment for betraying us will be far worse than anything the vampires or wolves could ever do. As the dragon prince, I had additional magical abilities. My special gift is controlling the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth. My gift is something I can naturally do in both my human and dragon forms. I also can use spells, but it takes additional magic. I always took my magical abilities for granted. Never did I believe there would come the time where I needed to limit myself. Once I find the stone and take my rightful place on the throne, I will show the world my true limitless power. All will bow, and those that refuse will not have mercy. The night creatures we once allowed to exi

"How did you get married without my permission, Harriet Goldlane?" Harriet squinted at those dark, hideous eyes. Axias Euclase, the Third Emperor of the Continent of the Euclase Empire, or the nicknamed Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky. The best emperor and most loved by his subjects, and the man who made Harriet his right-hand man. "Especially into that Monster Family, Almandine?" the man asked sharply. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

It floods through the air. It floods through me. My wounds burn. Then begin to close. Malrec notices immediately. His eyes flash with furious disbelief. “No,” he breathes. “Yes,” I growl. I surge upward with renewed strength, throwing him back across the terrace. He crashes through the remains of another pillar and rolls across the ancient stone floor before regaining his footing. For a moment we circle one another. Two dragons standing in the center of a dying empire. Above us the bridge blazes like a star.