Ancient Dragon Prayer Novels & Stories

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

[End Flashback] My Queen and I stand and watch as the last embers of the royal pyre flicker, signifying the last spark of my father’s soul entering the heavens. The priest of the seven gods walks forward, adding a pinch of smoldering ash to a bowl of imperial oil, which he then blends with a whisk made from the tail bones of the first royal dragon, Carnelia the Great, or so the legend goes. Standing before me, he places his thumb in the bowl and makes the sign of the full moon upon my brow. I then turn and do the same for my queen, who bows before me, eagerly awaiting the honor. Seeing her upturned face fills me with a sense of power and need. If she isn’t already carrying our first clutch,

“Father! Grandfather! Show me that you have not forgotten us as you reside in the Halls of the Dragon Kings! I, Agnarr, son of Fedanir, son of Zatalys, ask you to bestow your mercy and protection on my family! I can’t lose anymore… I cannot…” I’m met with deafening silence, and feel alone… I bow down once more. For them, I will exhaust everything I have. I will do everything I can to make sure they live, even if it costs me everything. For them, I am ready to sacrifice the wealth of the world and everything in my hold. There is no response, nothing to show me that I am heard. What do people pray for? When we are not given anything to show, we are being watched over.

Sherman was furious and gritted his teeth as he said, “Today, I’ll use the Five Peaks Dragon Prison to kill you!” Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground and raised his hands, forming a dragon apparition. He shouted at the sky, “Eastern Peak: Blue Dragon’s Guide!” “Southern Peak: Scarlet Bird’s Shriek!” “Western Peak: White Tiger’s Roar!” “Northern Peak: Black Warrior’s Cry!” “Central Peak: Pegasus’ Suppression!” As the other four voices fell, the apparitions of divine beasts intertwined in the air, forming a huge cage that enveloped Andrius.

I reply. “ And don't forget that can only be done when we are both in the human form” I add. This makes the brown serpent kneel on one knee and then getting back to the human form. The form when she is Norah and not the Brown serpent whose main aim is to protect me as the queen of serpent. “ Hail, lot shanghan. Hail ! Lord Shaghan. Accept our prayer . enable us be able to see all our enemies before the manage to attack us ” we begin to recite the prayer which is followed by the dance.

He knew that the proclaimed Saviour of Uyan Taesil wanted nothing more than to run away. He, however, sank to his knee, and bowed his golden head. “Princess Diandreliera, I pledge on the bones of my ancestors that my flames will burn for you, my wings fly for you, and my heartbeat for you. I will be your dragon, never cause you harm, and will observe my homage to you completely against all persons in good faith and without deceit,” he said, “for the remainder of my life.” The courtiers exclaimed in a rustle of fine fabric. I heard Rivyn’s indrawn breath. “Aurien,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion.

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

Zephyr’s face relaxed and showed relief. “Finally, I can now learn the Ancient Draconic Way,” muttered Zephyr. The Ancient Draconic Way — also known as The Dragon’s Might or The Way of The Dragon was an ancient skill. Legends spoke of an untold number of heroes and saints fighting over the chance to learn it. Rumor has it that this skill was considered the most barbaric method back then, outright forbidden for the most part. It was said that practitioners who mastered the Way could transform themselves into a dragon, conquering all those beneath them.

He pricked his fingertip and formed an ancient inscription on his left hand. Swisshhh "It's time to begin. You will be the first witnesses of the beginning of the new world of Xiwang. Sacrifice death to life, Activate!" said the dragon emperor who was in front of the devil princess's coffin, then placed his right hand, which was inscribed with ancient writing, on the center of the coffin. "Dragon emperor!" shouted the demon king angrily, flying towards the dragon emperor, but the woman with the pagoda in her hand stopped the demon king from reaching the dragon emperor.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.