Novels by Drakon Flameborn

The air above the Outer Sect training grounds felt almost electric. Tension clung to every breath, every heartbeat. Disciples from every corner had gathered, eyes wide, chests tight, breaths shallow. They weren’t here for the usual sparring matches or the minor tests. No. They were here for Vaelin.A stunned murmur rippled through the crowd.“This new disciple… he can actually fly without a spirit artifact?” one whispered, disbelief heavy in their voice.“By sheer strength alone… suspended in midair! That’s Titled Martial Realm level!” another replied, jaw tight, eyes practically popping.A few older disciples murmured, recognition dawning like lightning. “I know that black-robed boy. We took the servant disciple entrance test together… Who would’ve guessed he’d rise this fast?”Shock spread like wildfire. Every gaze snapped to Vaelin. Black robes billowed gently as he hovered above the ground. Calm. Commanding. Eerie in his stillness, yet undeniably powerful. A soft breeze lifted his

Clang!Kaelen’s hand shot forward slowly, deliberately. In an instant, it gleamed silver, as if forged from pure steel. Raw power radiated off it, an aura so hard, so unyielding, it made the air itself tremble. Before Grimveil could even react, Kaelen’s silver hand clamped down on his fingers.Grimveil froze. The arrogance drained from his face, leaving him pale, ashen.“What?!”A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Grimveil—fifth among the Outer Hall’s Top Ten—restrained so effortlessly by a newcomer? Impossible. Shock painted every face.Serenya Vale, still blocking Darius, froze mid-step. Her expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected this black-robed youth to wield such overwhelming strength. They had all written him off. A shadow. A nobody. Their goal? Humiliate Darius.Now, that illusion was shattered.Grimveil’s face twisted in rage. Veins bulged. “Brat! Let go of me!”Kaelen’s eyes flickered with lethal intent. His voice cut the tense air like steel.“Let go? And when yo

Kaelen’s gaze swept over the two girls before him. Their eyes—wide, sparkling, expectant—challenged him silently, begging for more. He couldn’t help but let a faint, amused smile tug at his lips.“You two… your curiosity really has no limits,” he murmured, shaking his head.He was just about to reveal that he’d broken through to the One-Step Martial King realm when footsteps echoed nearby. Darius appeared, robes fluttering, each step measured, deliberate.The last time Kaelen had saved him, gratitude had dug deep roots in Darius’s heart. Bowing respectfully, he clasped his fists.“Brother Kaelen,” he began cautiously, “during this time Arwyn has been with you… I hope she hasn’t caused too much trouble?”“Cousin, what are you saying? Calling me a little girl? I’m sixteen now! I’ve grown up!” Arwyn rolled her eyes dramatically, slipping to Kaelen’s side and looping her slender, lotus-white arm through his.“Brother Kaelen,” she said, leaning close, eyes sparkling with mischief, “tell hi

The Spirit Tower pulsed with energy—dense, almost tangible, as if the very essence of the world had condensed within its walls. Kael felt it seep into his bones, threading through every fiber of his being, urging him forward, whispering promises of power.As expected of the Shadowfang Sect, the premier sect of the Eldravan Empire, extravagance was everywhere. Towering Spirit Towers sprawled across the sect grounds, each a crucible for disciples seeking refinement. But entry wasn’t free—contribution points were required. The sect didn’t hand out power on a silver platter.Kael had spent the past month wisely. Treasures from his recent journey had been exchanged for points—enough to grant him a full month inside a Spirit Tower for secluded cultivation.Inside that sanctum, he abandoned all mortal distractions. The vital energy around him pressed thick and solid, like a boundless ocean trying to drown him—but Kael thrived in it. His Creation Furnace devoured the surrounding essence, gold

Darius had met Kael once before—back when the Shadowfang Sect was recruiting menial disciples. It was nothing more than a brief encounter, a nod, a courteous greeting, all courtesy of his cousin, Arwyn.But now… seeing what had just happened, Darius could barely wrap his head around it. Kael—the same young man—had just saved them from Merrick, a man wielding a magical artifact of insane power. That level of strength? Far beyond Darius. Way beyond.Overwhelmed with gratitude, Darius clasped his hands together and bowed slightly. “Many thanks, Brother Kael, for saving us.” His voice carried sincerity, a tone that demanded it be heard.Then, he let out a long, heavy sigh. “I’ve always prided myself as one of the top ten outer disciples, thinking my skills were something… but compared to real experts? I’m nothing. Worthless. Like… trash.”Kael inclined his head, remaining calm and collected. “Only true power decides everything,” he said, voice quiet but carrying a weight you couldn’t igno

“Boom!”Merrick Drovane slammed every ounce of his true vital energy into the small silver hammer in his hand. Power surged through his veins, thrumming like a wild drum. The artifact trembled, reacting to the force coursing through it.“Buzz!”The energy exploded outward, and the hammer—no, the tiny tool in his palm—began to grow. Faster than anyone could follow, it swelled monstrously. Within seconds, it towered dozens of meters above the ground, glinting like a silver mountain dropped straight from the heavens.“Boom!”It crashed downward. Grimveil froze. Arwyn shivered violently. Only now did she truly grasp the devastation aimed at her cousin.She felt small. Insignificant. Like an ant clinging to the base of an unforgiving mountain. Every heartbeat screamed helplessness. Despair clawed at her chest.“Clang!”Then, impossibly, Grimveil stretched out a single hand. Palm flat. He pressed against the colossal hammer—and held it. Just like that. As if it were no more than a feather.