Bellowing Dragoncrest Ring Novels & Stories

My eyes begin to fill and I suck in my breath to try to hold in the tears. Looking down at my hands as they hold the box he continues. “These bands are made of carnelian, the stone that represents your namesake, the great dragon queen.” I reach up to touch the dragon stone at my neck, recognizing that it is the same. “These bracelets are linked to one another,” he explains as he rolls up his sleeve revealing 3 more. “They are a way for loved ones to communicate even across great distances. They are often gifted within a family at certain special occasions--leaving the nest to start a new life, the birth of a child, a marriage or mating.”

Cedric demands. “I need to leave,” I snap. “Your dragon is injured. You need to heal him,” Ishir says to me, the two of them standing in my way, their arms crossed over their chests. “He is not my dragon. Iniko is,” I say. “His image is on your chest, Eliane. Whether you meant to claim him or not, Ancalagon is indeed your dragon,” Merethyl says, her voice harder than I’ve ever heard it. “You’ve been in my class, Eliane. You know that when a rider claims a dragon and that dragon is injured in the claim, only the rider can heal them,” Cedric growls.

said Belphegor, rushing around the room until a little pile of items was brought to him. A pair of glasses named Appraisal Glasses, a bracelet with a small compass on it named Mapping Bracelet, a ring with a phantasmal jewel named Soul-seeing Ring, a crown made of gold with several blue jewels named Thoughtful Crown, and a necklace with an oval-shaped yellow jewel named Perception Necklace. When Chaos ate them all like there was no tomorrow, he gained several useful Skills right away, surprising even Belphegor, it seemed that the power of his new lord was outstanding.

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

A small light comes from his bedroom and I quickly cross to the threshold. "What took you so long, dragon?" Locksy is passed out on the floor, a large chalice resting beside his head along with a small slash of blood. I gaze at my smug bride. "It seems you didn't need my help." She holds up an elegant jeweled bauble with a bright blue stone in the center. It will look lovely hanging at her throat. I also know Locksy has larger, more valuable pieces. The arrogance in my bride's eyes tells me so much and pride envelops me. She has the undeniable heart of a dragon. She has chosen her first treasure because the blue stone calls to her soul.

"I'll just give her to you, but next time on the nominations, I have your vote." 'Fin really doesn't love me. He's willing to give me away like I'm some sort of thing?' Completely overwhelmed, she ran to the window and called upon Tanwen, her dragon avatar, to pull her out of the mess she had gotten herself into. She found herself spiraling, struggling to gain control, but finding none. She clasped the chain he had given her in her hand, feeling the meaningless item. She ripped it off her neck, trying to understand what she had done wrong. Crushed, she let it go and watched the silver chain with a pure diamond disappear from her sight.

Maybe this woman could tell me more. "This is arguably the number one quality item. This viglet is made from real Black Dragon Fangs then coated with an alchemical liquid that could amplify Esze's manifestations. Items like this are certainly not on the market. But if I estimate, it could cost up to five hundred gold pieces." "Really!? That much?" My loud voice echoed in the air. Luckily we were both among the silent woods. If I was in a crowd, it was clear what I did earlier would get everyone's attention.

“Purple, ladies. It’s purple.” The color of royalty. I swallow nervously at the amethyst bracelet adorned around my wrist. The trinket hanging around my neck is of a black dragon, with small citrine stones for eyes. yet as Maren reaches for the leather strap of my pendant, my hand graps hers gently. “this stays, please.” Maren doesn’t argue, opting instead to brush hair from my face and direct my gaze to the mirror. My mouth falls open on a gasp.

By the time she reached the towering stone doors, her skin was damp with sweat. They opened without a word. The chamber was vast, circular, alive with heat. The walls pulsed with molten veins, golden dragon script glowing brighter as she stepped inside. The air shimmered. And across the chamber, something moved. Massive. Fluid. Unmistakable. She froze. It wasn’t Rhazien—not as she knew him. A dragon stood in the center of the room, wreathed in shadows and firelight. His scales were deep obsidian with glowing red edges, horns curling like carved obsidian, wings tucked tight to his back. Eyes like suns stared down at her.

' As the intrusive thought crossed Igor's mind the black band on his ring finger seared burning his skin which made him whiz. The ring had never burned before~ His gaze sought the ring he wore and to his surprise, its transparent crystal's color had changed. It was now identical to Esmeray's eyes~ The ring wasn't ordinary, it served a purpose. The ring was an artifact Igor had received from the Dragons after completing his mark. It held the mystic power to foretell a person's upcoming demise. Whenever the ring came in contact with someone who was about to die or whose time was near its crystal changed color to that person's orbs only if the death would be brutal or a selfless sacrifice.