Ancient Dragon's Blessing Novels & Stories

“I have high hopes for you, James. The Ancient Realms’ Grand Tournament is upon us. As long as you are below the age of fifty, you’re eligible to participate in the tournament.” “The Grand Tournament?” James furrowed his eyebrows. Yoan explained, “This is a decennial gathering of the Ancient Realm, where geniuses from all sects and academies would participate in. You’ll gain enormous benefits by getting first place.” “Regardless, you’ll obtain the right to enter the Dragon Abyss as long as you’re in the top ten.” Hearing this, James asked, “What’s the Dragon Abyss?” Yoan said, “Legend has it that this was where the Divine Dragon met its end. As such, the Dragon Abyss is full of the dragon’s

Blake called out, and a red dragon and blue phoenix emerged from Blake and landed beside him. “YOU ARE GIFTED TO HAVE THE MYTHICAL HEAVENLY CREATURES BY YOUR SIDE BLAKE OF THE ELON FAMILY. I NOW HOPE YOU DO SURVIVE.” The booming voice said, and an ample charge of energy was felt coming from the clouds. Thunder echoed throughout the crater, and soon a massive gold lightning bolt was seen descending from the sky, turning into the shape of an eastern golden dragon. The size dwarfed the ancestor dragon by two sizes, and the power it held was to the extreme.

The full moon is shining brightly over the sea. "Why is the full moon night sacred?" She asks, not wanting to open the subject directly. "Shh. Listen carefully." She does as he asks and hears the dragon. His growls are not scary tonight, they sound like a melody. A song filled with melancholy and sadness. "He is the last of his kind. When the moon was full, dragons mated. Now, he can only sing, hoping a mate would come. It's a sacred night because a dragon child conceived in this night will be blessed with a stronger connection with Dracos."

I position myself so when he releases me on the ledge, I roll once and take to my feet. His dragon form is breathtaking. This is the first chance I've actually had to admire it... him, whatever he actually is. Acasia didn't explain more than that dragons have two forms. The people of my village don't know this. Somehow I think their fright is greater because the dragon is well... a dragon. They breathe fire, stomp, and snort during the claiming. They do good things also. Our land has few natural resources and the dragons occasionally provide a source of precious metals, machinery, and even cloth for our garments. And because of these things, a maiden is sacrificed every twenty-five years. It

the Chan Clan the protectors of the ancient Golden Dragons. That blade is given to all the protectors once they become of age. The only people with our bloodline can use the blade at its full capacity as you saw. The blade that was used to stab Shawna is dipped in dragons’ blood and enchanted with old ancient magic. It is deadly for all shifters and super naturals. It prevents the person from healing, and they will bleed out with just a cut no matter how big or small. The only thing that can reverse the magic of the blade is dragons’ breath.” “Wait a minute So Dragan shifter exist. Just how many kinds of shifters are they in this damn world. What kind of fuck shit is all this.” Mina said.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

Vaelora asked. "Exactly." He nodded. "The Golden Dragon plays a pivotal role. It connects the DragonBorns to their god; Bahamut. The god of fire." "Bahamut." Vaelora tasted the name on her tongue. "How?" "That is where the Power Surge Ritual comes in. It is a ritual which revives the magic of fire within all Dragonborns and their dragons, and it is carried out every decade. Bahamut passes his gift of flame through the Golden Dragon, who disperses it across the land, to the other dragons.”

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

Bumi without hesitation enchanted a spell. "I call on you Goddess of the wind, goddess of tornado and hurricane, hear my plead and give me strength" blessing of the wind" Bumi sprinted into thin air accompanied with a gust of wind. A flash of steel slicing the neck of the serpent dragon. Allan joins Bumi in the commotion protecting the egg in the auditorium. Suddenly dragon serpent began to climb pursuing Allan and the egg.