Young Black Dragon Novels & Stories

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.

Wynter was five years old and the dragon displayed on his back took my breath away. Abeloth would come forward and peer at him and every time Wynter’s eyes would turn yellow it scared me. He was too young to handle the power of a dragon. “Daddy?” Wynter asked as he woke up after his merging. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?” I asked him. “Something jumped into me,” he said his eyes flashing yellow. “You merged with your dragon,” I said to him.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

"Everything just feel so unreal. I can't believe I just rode on a dragon back. Hell! I can't believe I'm a witch. This is all to crazy." "Yeah I get it... although not really, but I understand how you feel right now." I sat up, "You do? How?" I stared at him with so much attention. "You know the men in my family doesn't actually become a dragon till our eighteen birthday..." I guess this explains the little boys and teenagers I can still see running around, I was too occupied by life dragons, that I didn't ask about it.

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

“I meant no offense. It’s just clear where you get your beauty from.” He said nothing to that, instead shutting me out, much to my amusement. I turned back to watch as Ugar stretched his wings. He’s a pure black dragon, with no other colour in sight, save for his eyes. He roared loudly before shooting white fire upwards into the air. It wasn’t all that hard to tell that he was relieved to be out. My father had already relayed to me just how painful it had been for him to lose his connection to Ugar for a while.

If he and his wife could live, then he would definitely do anything to make peace with his children and grandchildren. "Come on!! Let the darkness come upon them, and I will swallow that darkness for my family! Dragon transformation!" Long Heian shouted loudly to the sky. His body rose higher and turned into a black dragon figure filled with darkness. Zin Zier, with a strong intent to kill, climbed onto the head of the dark dragon.

Leah nonchalantly shrugged. "Oh you do know. You just wanna be mysterious." I huffed making her snort. While we were wrapped up with our conversation, we heard a noise from above and looked up to see something wrapped up in white falling down. When it reached the ground, we saw a huge black dragon passed out. "Oh my god! That's the Yang dragon knocked out cold." I heard King Lam speak. Just then we saw Blaze and Tim approaching us dragging what seemed to be the passed out Yin dragon, and placing her beside the Yang dragon.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh