Yugioh Horus Black Flame Dragon Novels & Stories

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

The impact shook the ground. A wolf she didn’t recognise, enormous, pitch‑black from nose to tail, eyes burning a bright gold, tore into the rogue with terrifying force. The other rogues snarled and circled, but the black wolf didn’t hesitate. It moved like a storm, all precision and power. Lyra stared, stunned. She had never seen a wolf like it. Not in Stormfall anyway. The rogues were strong, but they were nothing compared to this wolf. One fell. Then another. The remaining two fled into the trees, whining in fear.

​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with the primordial blood in the water. The energy rushed into the empty space in my chest, swirling violently before condensing, hardening, and igniting. A brand-new, indestructible source of power flared to life within my frame—the very first core of dragon flame.

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.

And then — it rose. A form unfurled out of the radiance, stretching massive wings that brushed the rafters, dissolving and reforming in sparks of molten silver. The creature’s body shimmered with scales that flickered between translucent crystal and ink-black shadow. Its eyes burned like twin stars — ancient, intelligent, protective. A dragon. Not fully corporeal, not yet, but real. Sierra staggered back, clutching her chest. “No—no, this isn’t—” The dragon lowered its head toward her, exhaling a breath that smelled like frost and lightning. Its voice wasn’t words but resonance, a vibration deep inside her bones.

My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom. We shall become as ferocious dragons, cloaked in the fearsome rays of your sight. We are creating our Deific beings from thee. With this Blade, we cut weakness and emerge Godlike. We shall be your children in this world! Whoever shall look upon us shall collapse in utter terror!” We chanted nine times as I took nine sips. “Our bodies shall rise continually and never turn away from challenges! We summon thee, Mush-Hushshu Dragon, Lahmu, H

“This is getting worse.” Aurelian reappeared beside him. “We cannot overpower it.” “No,” Kaelith said. “We definitely cannot.” Below them, Leviathan continued to rise. The storm intensified. The ocean roared louder. And across the Philippines, the prayers did not stop. They grew. Stronger. Aurelian felt it again, deeper this time. The energy gathered around him, not overwhelming, but steady, like a constant source feeding into his light. His wings flared brighter. Kaelith noticed immediately. “You’re glowing more.”

“J‍esus⁠ Christ! What the fuck is this?” Tears, panic and ch‍aos. It was beautifu and poetic, almost watching her fracture, watching h‌er mind splinter in every d⁠irecti‌on‌ at once. Finally after mon‍ths of p‌l‌anni‌ng and waiting the Falco⁠nes were going to feel this also. I‍ strai⁠ghtened, victory th‍ick on‍ my tongue. The only way to‌ get rid of t‍he we⁠ig⁠ht‌ on my chest of the f‌ather and broth‌er taken fr⁠om me was by blood and her blood. Damon glanced a‌t me, eye⁠s lit. “Ga⁠me on, brother.”

When Ancestor Blackstone stood up from a pile of rubble with disheveled hair, Caspian had come to him. "Purple Thunderbolt Thunder Dragon!" Honglong! The thick and long lightning spots instantly lit up the sky above the Black Furnace City, blinding everyone. The lightning condensed into an angry dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws. It pounced down and tore Ancestor Blackstone into pieces. The entire Black Furnace City fell into a dead silence. Ancestor Blackstone represented the top combat strength of Black Furnace City. But now, he was killed in one move by the other party.

The fire dragon's hand grabbed Axton's body and glared at him furiously. “Give me back my Evernest Prime,” said the Fire Dragon, looking at Axton. The fire dragon was very large and made Axton tremble in fear, but Axton dared to answer, while Alex and Albert had prepared their swords to fight with the dragon. “Put down your swords,” Axton said. He understood very well that fighting this fire dragon would not be possible to win. "I need this flower to heal my wife's eyes," Axton said to the fire dragon.