Depressed Dragon Novels & Stories

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

Time slay some dragons. .

Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face. He wasn’t upset that his beast was lighter than mine in fact he seemed proud of me just like I was proud of him. I had been worried about not getting a violet dragon but never did I think I would get a gray one. Lucas had told us how the previous Elders had been mystified about his beast because gray dragons were so rare. “You okay?” I asked Chase as he wiped his forehead. “I don’t feel very well,” he said and Rev went to stand next to him and placed his arm over his shoulder.

Derek, having studied the dragon's behavior, shared his knowledge of the creature's vulnerabilities. Marcus, his wounds still fresh, channeled the rage within him, focusing his werewolf strength. With their plan in place, the trio launched their assault once again. Edna chanted the ancient spell, invoking the forces of nature to bind the dragon's wings, rendering it temporarily flightless. Derek seized the opportunity, striking with calculated precision, targeting the creature's vulnerable joints and causing it to falter. But the dragon fought back, unleashing its fury in a final attempt to overpower its adversaries. Its massive tail thrashed, narrowly missing Edna as she rolled away. The gr

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.

All the aura in the air disappeared right after, and the demiplane resumed its silence. Wilbur stood there for a long time. What the hell was Divine Dependent? It did not seem to give him any special powers at all. Was it really just a simple title? The thought of it made Wilbur curse out loud. For a god of gods, this dragon really liked to take the piss at him, didn't it? Giving Wilbur some dumb title and expecting him to work hard just because of that and keep coming to it with more offerings. A moment later, Wilbur could not help but sigh.

Mom says venomously. “Exactly which Dragon King, Father?” Niko pushes. “The Silver Dragon, I’m presuming,” Lycus replies, the two are best friends and Lycus is also Niko’s Beta. “No. The Obsidian Dragon.” Dad’s words send a chill down my spine and Morwenna gasps. “What?” The Obsidian Dragon is the worst of their kind. Why would Dad invite him? “He is a monster who is said to eat the hearts of those he kills and drain their bodies of blood. Even his own kind, he spares no one.”