Young Black Dragon Novels & Stories

He kicked off the ground and soared into the sky. Yaroslav looked around all the visible space, closed his eyes for a while. “There are many more,” he said in an icy and too calm voice. "Yes," Matzher replied. His figure turned into a haze and began to grow. A moment later, a black-and-gold dragon stood in the place of the man. The flap of huge wings knocked down everyone except Yarsi. The dragon, sparkling in the last rays of the sun, shot up into the sky like an arrow.

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

One dragon lifted trembling wings to embrace the young black dragon. Grey had never seen dragons... Show affection. Then he saw something else. One of the oldest dragons exhaled slowly. Its breathing grew shallower. It rested its enormous head against its companion. The young black dragon nudged it again. No response. Another soft nudge. Still nothing. The dragon's eyes slowly closed. Peacefully. Almost... Gratefully. A second dragon followed moments later. The surviving dragons lowered their heads. No roaring. No panic. Only mourning. Grey swallowed hard.

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

My dragon growled, deep enough to shake the ground. A young dragon, thirteen hands high, stood outside my cave. He was just in his cloth, no weapons or shields in his possession. Not a single scar on his body; his dragon was not old in the slightest. Adam must have sent him because no other dragon would dare come here to deliver a message. Not to the monster.

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

He looked at her still angry, “don’t create a scene here honey. Get on the bike, I will take you to your team.” She angrily snatched the black spare helmet from Andy. Atleast he had stopped carrying that stupid pink cat helmet. They got on the bike and left for the jeep oblivious to Arya’s prying eyes. **** He was talking to his dad on the phone but was checking out the cop mounting the bike. How he would like to have a piece of that ass! “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” His dad yelled into the phone. Arya sighed, “Yes baba (dad)”

said the old Ci, looking at Long Chen seriously. "What is it?" asked Long Chen, who also wanted to hear the answer to everything that was happening now. "The black dragon is called the dragon of destruction and annihilation, but it is not an evil dragon as described in the ancient books of the universe. In fact, there is an evil dragon that has half the blood of the black dragon. It is called an evil dragon because it has committed unforgivable crimes in this universe!" replied the old man, explaining about the evil dragon, which has the blood of the black dragon. At that time, the evil dragon was actually also called the black dragon's child, but that was before the black dragon found out a