White Dragon Emperor Novels & Stories

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Instead, he’s acting like a moody teenager. I growl, just as Ajax comes running up. Ajax is also an earth dragon, but he’s a hybrid. He was born a human and was given Avani’s DNA along with the DNA of an elf, making him a shifter with a very powerful manipulation of the earth. Everett identified that his primary DNA was dragon and Ajax had his first shift several months ago. Since then, he’s become adept at shifting and at manipulating the earth element.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

said Theo, proudly. "I heard that when the Celestial White Dragon emerged it was so intense that the ground shook and swallowed the traitor whole," said Empress Dowager. "Yes. I thought that was quite impressive,” said Theo. “Well, I thought the performance of the peach blossom petals turning into a phoenix was quite a spectacular show,” said the Emperor. “I’m sure there’s more to see, right Ruby?” Theo eyeing her. Ruby nodded again. Eric gasped. Even though he have slept with her so many times, he doesn't know any of her secrets. So, how many more spiritual powers does she have?

To reach them, that winged bastard would have to gnaw through every inch of my skeleton and drink the last drop of my marrow. From the magma crater’s depths rose a colossal figure. The Great Cosmic Dragon Emperor appeared neither as a lurching cave beast nor a common winged reptile. He had taken his humanoid combat form: a mass three‑and‑a‑half meters tall, clad in overlapping plates of igneous gold as thick as siege shields. Two monumental star‑obsidian horns sprouted from his temples, curving upward like burning scimitars, while behind him unfurled membranous draconic wings tipped with black diamond spurs, defying the gale.

Despite being stepped on, the Emperor was not infuriated and replied with a smile, “What is the ancient tomb of Prince of Orchid Mountain? I’ve no clue what you’re talking about, James. What’s wrong with you?” “The owner of Sovereign Antique Shop in Cansington, Yuri, is your subordinate. Floyd is also one of your confidants. Do you still claim it has nothing to do with you?” “Fine, I admit. I was involved in it.” A strong murderous intent exuded from James. The Emperor was shocked after feeling the aura coming from him. This was indeed the Black Dragon that experienced hundreds of battles. The aura he had was terrifying. “What do you mean by this, James?”

Suddenly! The Dragon Spirit Divine Sword in Zephyr's gut once again emitted a fluctuation. It replied with certainty, "That's right! The true form of the Ten Thousand Thunders Emperor is that of a Thunder Dragon. It contains a trace of the Thunder Dragon's bloodline power. That's why he is so powerful and was born with control over the power of thunder..."