Ancient Dragon's Blessing Novels & Stories

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

"There may be something in one of my ancient texts. Follow me." I trailed behind him through a hidden passage, arriving at a small, windowless room lined floor-to-ceiling with dusty books. He selected a large, ornate tome from its place of honor atop a carved pedestal. Flipping carefully through the crinkled pages, he announced "Aha! Here." He pointed to a passage titled 'Taming Ancient Dragons.' I leaned in eagerly to read the old-fashioned script. "It says if a dragon already dwells within you, consider the ancient dragon's essence a gift to empower it."

​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.

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.

Beatrice interrupted, her voice unusually grave. "It's about an ancient legacy." Skylar frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" The headmistress slowly pulled an old book from a shelf behind her and opened it. On the aged parchment pages, a great dragon was drawn, its eyes burning with a searing fire. "You are not merely a wielder of elemental magic, Skylar," Beatrice said, locking eyes with her. "You are a descendant of the ancient dragons-those who once commanded all five elements. The fire you wield is not just ordinary fire magic.

Calix ended up lying down after I had tickled every little part that I had listed, his little head now resting on my lap as I continued. “Once she felt ready she opened her eyes and watched as each little dragon was swallowed up by bright lights of different colors. She walked up to each one and bestowed upon them a unique Blessing with a single touch of her hand. To the solid black dragon she gave the Blessing of Lightning, smiling as the red light around her glowed even brighter. To the snowy white dragon she gave the Blessing of Ore, watching as the icy blue light grew around him. To the golden brown dragon she gave the Blessing of the Sea, laughing as the lavender light danced ever highe

A dazzling white light enveloped Albus and the dragon egg's body. “I, Zergenth, The Protector of the Sky, grant the blessing and grace of the dragon to the unborn soul. May the sacrifice of Albus, the White Dragon, be commensurate with your future happiness," Zergenth said solemnly during the magical ritual of giving the white dragon's sacred heart to the unborn Dragon.

I hear the answering hum from the dragons outside, including Avani. Yhendorn steps forward, holding up my daughter’s hand. “Did Ancalagon do this?” he asks. “I don’t know, what is it? Did Ancalagon burn her yesterday when he blew his breath on her?” I ask terrified that something terrible has happened to my daughter. Yhendorn turns to me. “This symbol is the Blessing of the Dragons. Only the Alpha of Dragons can give it to someone. Your son has given his sister the biggest blessing she could ever receive. He has made her an honorary dragon.”

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.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night