Novels by Drakon Flameborn

Silence fell over the battlefield.Not the peaceful kind, mind you. This was heavy, suffocating. The kind of stillness that presses on your chest, makes it hard to breathe, makes your heart pound in your ears.From the shattered ground amid the ruins, the Sect Master slowly pushed himself upright. Dust and chunks of stone slid off his robes. He stared, wide-eyed, chest rising and falling unevenly.“Unbelievable…” he whispered.He had spent his life in the Shadowfang Sect. Knew its bones, its secrets, its elders. And these elders—the Water Elder, the Fire Elder—weren’t just powerful. They were legends. Veterans who’d survived a hundred battles held the peak of the sect for nearly a century.And now? Both of them lay wounded.By a boy. Kaelen Viremont.A young man barely known outside the inner circles… until now.A chill crept up the Sect Master’s spine.Across the battlefield, the Water and Fire Elders struggled to stay upright. Blood stained their robes, ragged breaths spilling out w

The instant that sound ripped across the battlefield, everything froze.Like the world itself forgot how to breathe.A savage wave of power exploded out of Kaelen Viremont, slamming outward in all directions. The air buckled. The ground beneath him cracked with sharp, snapping sounds, fractures racing away from his feet as if the land had finally decided it couldn’t handle him anymore.Kaelen lifted his head—and roared.This wasn’t just someone shouting in anger.It was raw. Ancient. The kind of cry that felt like it came from deep inside blood and bone, something passed down through generations that should’ve stayed asleep.His black hair lashed wildly in the icy wind as golden light poured out of him. His body swelled, muscles thickening, bones reshaping, growing larger and larger until he stood there like a towering golden giant, easily over ten meters tall.He didn’t look grown.He looked forged.His skin gleamed like refined gold. His flesh pulsed with brutal vitality. Blood thun

Just when the Shadowfang Sect seemed completely swallowed by despair—when it felt like no one could stand against Lorian Zethar—Boom.The sky tore open. Clouds churned violently, twisting and snapping as though some godly storm had been unleashed—a voice, sharp and icy, cut through the chaos.“Lorian Zethar… do you really think you can claim the heavens with a single hand?”The words pierced the tense air. Every disciple froze. Hearts skipped.“That voice…”Recognition spread like wildfire. Eyes widened.“Kaelen Viremont! He… he didn’t leave?!”The murmurs of disbelief rippled across the battlefield. But the Sect Master, battered and lying amid the ruins, went silent, dread gripping his heart. He knew something the others didn’t: Lorian Zethar’s strength was terrifying… and the power backing him? Even more so. Even Kaelen Viremont’s arrival might not be enough.Kaelen should have left.Buzz.The clouds split with a deafening roar. A black dragon, massive and terrifying, arced across

Boom.The Sect Master stood right in the heart of the battlefield, unmoving. Just standing there, he felt… heavy. Overwhelming. The ground beneath his feet cracked a little, like it couldn’t handle the pressure pouring out of him. His cultivation wasn’t something built overnight. It had been carved out through years—no, decades—of suffering, training, and stubborn determination.Then his martial soul burst forth.Light flared around him, bright and fierce. Huge whirlpools of ocean-like energy spun into existence, circling his body. The currents twisted wildly, dragging at the air as if they were ready to swallow anything that dared come close.“Insolence!”The Water Elder and Fire Elder shouted almost at the same time. Their faces twisted with anger, and they didn’t waste even a second.The Water Elder raised both arms. Instantly, a massive tide exploded out from him, endless waves of pure energy crashing forward like a furious storm at sea. The air trembled, humming with power as the

The very heart of the Shadowfang Sect lay right before them.At its center, a massive ceremonial plaza stretched wide beneath the sky. Towering structures surrounded it, sharp silhouettes cutting into the air like blades. Rows of jade pillars stood in flawless alignment, each one etched with ancient runes that glimmered faintly. Along the edges of the plaza, colossal dragon statues loomed—each nearly a hundred meters tall—stone bodies coiled, eyes cold and lifeless, as if watching everyone who dared step inside.It was… overwhelming.What made it even more unsettling was how quickly it had all come together. Everything here had been thrown up in just a few days. And yet, nothing felt rushed. No chaos. No uneven edges.Every stone, every symbol, existed for one reason.Lorian Zethar’s succession ceremony.At the center of it all stood Lorian Zethar himself.He wore a deep crimson robe traced with golden dragon patterns, the fabric flowing like living flame. His posture was straight, hi

The life-grafting process went far smoother than anyone had dared to hope.All the dangers Kaelen Viremont and Talan had braced themselves for simply… never showed up. No backlash. No instability. Not even the faintest hint of rejection. It was almost unsettling how clean it was.As the final wisps of vitality were drained from the frozen corpses of the ancient ferocious beasts, their enormous bodies stayed locked in place, unmoving. Silent. Like relics carved by time and forgotten by the world. One after another, their life force was taken completely.And yet, the Innate Dao Embryo didn’t shatter.If anything, it felt more whole than before.The seven-colored divine light wrapped around it grew brighter, denser, surging in overlapping waves. Each pulse carried real weight, the kind that pressed down on space itself and made the air feel heavier with every breath.After consuming the life force of dozens of ancient ferocious beasts, the Innate Dao Embryo was no longer something simple

The moment Darian Kaelthorn unleashed his second move, the very summit of Central Peak seemed to shudder.Bzzzz!An ancient, almost feral aura surged outward from him. It wasn’t just power—it was a presence, like a beast awakened from eons of slumber, hungry, ferocious, unstoppable. The air warped. Hundreds of zhang in every direction shimmered with a brilliance so intense it looked like celestial meteors raining down, rippling through space.Then, like a beacon of pure, undeniable supremacy, a blazing sun tore through the void. It soared into the heavens, reshaping the world around it. Inside that golden sphere, Darian Kaelthorn sat cross-legged. Calm. Composed. Radiating an aura so overwhelming it could make the sun itself look like a candle.This was the Second Move of the Sun-Moon Martial Classic: Blazing Sun Illuminates the Sky.Two words captured it perfectly: Blazing. Illuminating. The move scorched heaven, cracked the earth, and every pulse seemed to sap vitality from everythi

The summit of Central Peak went utterly still the moment Darian Kaelthorn spoke. Silence fell like a heavy curtain, pressing down on the tens of thousands of disciples gathered there. Even Dathric Valen, standing stiff behind him, felt a chill creep up his spine. Darian’s words… they were audacious. Almost insane.Three moves to defeat King Sereth?The idea was so absurd, so outrageously bold, that laughter exploded across the summit. Eyes that had once regarded him with curiosity now gleamed with mockery.“I thought he had a shot against Elyan… turns out he’s just a fool!” one disciple sneered.“Elyan isn’t weak, but compared to the Three Kings? He’s nothing,” another scoffed.“This is ridiculous. Even with tricks, how could he hope to touch King Sereth?”The laughter rolled like waves, drowning out every trace of awe Darian had earned earlier. And yet, through it all, his face stayed calm. A faint, almost teasing curve of a smile tugged at his lips.Serian Vaelcrest, normally unread

Central Peak—the largest of the Five Newcomer Peaks—towered above the rest, not just in size but in sheer numbers. Over a hundred thousand disciples thrived on its summit alone, each radiating a unique aura, each carrying their own spark of ambition.“Ha! Hah!”“Bzzzz… Thud… Rumble…”The summit buzzed like a living organism. Countless sparring grounds—each about a hundred paces across—hosted pairs of young cultivators. Mystic energy flared in dazzling bursts, illuminating the peak like fireworks. Beyond the combat zones, stone-and-wood huts dotted the landscape, quietly radiating subtle but potent energy.From the base, a massive current of Heaven-and-Earth Primal Essence surged upward, feeding the peak like a slumbering dragon. Anyone with even a trace of sensitivity could feel it. Central Peak, with the most disciples, naturally commanded the richest flow of power.“Haha! Did you hear? Sereth Gale—Serian Vaelcrest—swept through the other four peaks a few days ago. Every so-called ge

“Thud!”A jolt of danger ran straight through Darian Kaelthorn. He surged the energy of the Sacred Path of the Ancients through his body, coiling like a spring ready to snap back.“No matter who you are… today, you’ll die!”The words came slowly, deliberately, and sharply. Cold as ice, dripping with menace. Elira Frostveil’s face—beautiful enough to bring kingdoms to their knees—shifted through shock, disbelief, embarrassment, and fury. Every flicker of expression added weight to the threat behind them.“Thud!”Mystic Power, jade-green and fierce, coursed through her veins. Her right hand shot forward in a blinding palm strike, churning the seawater into a violent swirl. With her left hand, she grabbed the white battle dress floating nearby.When the waves finally settled, she stood wrapped in the flowing fabric, a vision of icy perfection. Her eyes, sharp as knives, locked onto the fleeing figure.“Yu Jiang Ancient Nerves! Yu Jiang War God Arms!”Her voice rang out, strained, cold, p

When Darian Kaelthorn opened his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, chest rising and falling in a chaotic rhythm. His mind still hummed with echoes of struggle, memories of sensations so vivid they clung to his soul. But before he could even process any of it, his gaze landed on a long, dark box hovering in front of him. His expression froze.“This is… the Seven-Star Celestial Jade Refining Box? How did it get here? Wasn’t it inside the Solaris Token Ring?”Instinctively, he checked the ring on his right hand, probing with his soul force—but nothing seemed unusual. The box… it had just appeared. Out of nowhere.“Huh?” His eyes widened as he focused on the engravings. One of the Big Dipper stars—Tian Shu—glowed brilliantly, the topmost engraving sparkling like a gemstone magically set in place.“What… is happening?” he muttered, chest tightening. He’d been lost in his own consciousness for what felt like an eternity, completely unaware of the outside world. And now, whatever had occurred,

Elira Frostveil froze, letting the currents of the Star Sea whisper around her. The folds of her white marital skirt fluttered like soft waves in a breeze. Her brows, sharp and precise as if carved by a master, drew together. A flicker of icy surprise sparked in her crystalline eyes. Just for a moment—brief, fleeting—but unmistakable. Still, she could feel it deep in her bones: the fourth layer of the Star Sea was pushing her to her limits, stirring storms inside her body that no discipline could fully tame.Nearly ten days had passed since she’d entered the Star Sea, moving from the first layer to the fourth. Every step she took seemed to resonate with the sea itself, rousing hidden depths and making each advance both painful and exhausting. But that was exactly why she had come. The challenge. The struggle. The growth. She craved it.“The fourth layer… is this my limit?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling against the vast emptiness around her. Even her flawless, icy fa