Young Black Dragon Novels & Stories

"You' ve punished me enough, I don't want more please." Dark scoffed at that. "You call that punishment? I was just warming you up." he said as two whips made of black mist began to take shape in his two hands. Raziah's eyes widened and it widened out more when she noticed three little black dragon's perching at her body and somehow she could tell they were males. Looking at them, she realized they have Dark eyes, no, they are Dark no doubt. One of the little dragon's closer walked to her face, the dragon claws digging right inside her body, though not deeply but deeply enough to draw out more blood from her body.

Yuri smiled guiltily. "How will you bring this statue-like witch back to life?" Drake inquired. Yuri laughed; I saw Elena muffling her giggle. "Are you not the Dragon King? Are you unable to employ magic?" Yuri inquired. "I am a dragon, not a warlock or a mage," Drake growled. "What a squandered Dragon King you are. Our Alpha can also wield magic," Yuri laughed. "You want to see the power, you grungy wolf. I'll show you. I can roast you with fire breath like a pig," Drake snarled.

But in a battle with a master darkness and his army, that was a lifetime. Liv, the ten-year-old, turned her dragon to cut off four new monsters who had materialized in the air and were heading for the younger child on the red dragon. Liv's green dragon spit fire, missed the first two monsters but set the one nearest it on fire. The blaze covered one side of him from his toes to his scalp, forcing him to streak toward the ground to try to put out the fire.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

A type that isn't featured here because the author hadn't encountered them. Sun dragons do not have black webbed wings. They don't have black horns or nails. According to the description on this page, they are creatures of pure light. "Their horns are always pure gold," I read under my breath. I drop the book. Black is the color of drakes with bits of shadow, of the first father, the lord of shadows himself. I know because I carry a bit of that trait myself, but unlike a true universal dragon, I am a true fire dragon with only a touch of celestial power.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

His partner was also having trouble fighting with the dragon that suddenly appeared two seconds ago. ‘Who the fuck is his opponent?’ They’d never seen this black dragon. For a dragon, black was an authority color. Their current leader was yellowish color which represented his gold attribute. Roar! Growl! The roar of the lion and the growl of the hyena echoed as both of them rushed toward their sole target. The sand dragon also lunged toward them confidently. The children watching and sensing the ground trembling every time they took a step forward instinctively pictured a powerful collision as they brazed themselves.

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

I almost reached the window. Long fingers suddenly closed around my forearm. I gasped as I was pulled backward. “What are you doing here?” Every thought disappeared from my head. I turned. Oh. My. God. The Dragon. I’d seen him online. I’d watched his videos more times than I would ever admit to another living soul. None of them had prepared me for Nicholas Aspen in person. Not that I knew his real name yet. To me, he was simply the Dragon. He stood barefoot in gray sweatpants, his chest bare. Water still clung to his skin and the ends of his black hair, making it obvious he’d recently stepped out of the shower.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.