Bellowing Dragoncrest Ring Novels & Stories

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality. ​Before I could fully adjust to the new surge of power, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. ​The heavy scent of fresh dragon blood and intense thermal energy had leaked from the cave opening, alerting the true masters of the lower depths. From the surrounding dark tunnels, a low, collective growling echoed against the stone walls. ​Red eyes pierced the gloom—dozens of them. A massive pack of abyssal nightmare beasts, twisted predators with multiple limbs and jagged armor, poured into the cavernous chamber.

I looked up at Elias again and he smiled. “The metal is platinum, and the two stones are moonstone and obsidian,” he said. “This was my sisters and the official crest of the Crescent Dawn pack, the pack I grew up in.” I looked up at him in concern. This wasn’t just a pretty piece of jewellery, this was a major significant piece. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “But I couldn’t wear it, it’s so important to you,” and he smiled “Not as important as you,” he said and took the pendant, which was attached to a delicate chain, from the box and held it open to place around my neck.

Not only does the area have high-quality mines, but because Dragonclaw Town is located on the Brittany River, water smithing is much more energy-efficient than blacksmiths swinging hammers. Finally, dragon wizards have a long life expectancy and are legal professionals. They have both knowledge and longevity, so they naturally have different insights. Therefore, the ancestors who originally received the title would not have made a bad choice in choosing the fiefdom. It can be said that the Baron Stewart's territory has a number of topographical advantages and natural resources that can be found in the entire Kingdom of France. So Christine has just spent 5,000 gold coins to upgrade the black

But he still couldn't figure out where to find the crown and what the meaning of this shining carving was. Dom finally transformed, his ginormous beast took over and released all the pent-up frustration since a night ago in the form of its dragon fire. It burned and melted every stone until even the shining one was gone. That is when a cuboid shape caught his eye. It was a stone carved into a cube to hold the chest with a crown and accessories and was magically fortified, which is why his dragon fire did not melt it. But it was empty. Someone had already taken the chest without using the default worthy-method.

"These are rings made of moonstones, it means that they won't disappear when you transform, I personally know that the crescent-shaped one increases your own attributes, while the waning moon one decreases your opponents' attributes, while the full moon one transforms your claws into silver claws. Since it's a special event, nothing better than a special prize right?" "Where exactly did you get these items?" Rachel asked surprised that I had them. "I bought them, obviously. Well, not me exactly, but I had Marcus buy them for me." I answered as if it was the most obvious thing there is. "They're worth almost an entire kingdom!" Brook exclaimed. I arched my left eyebrow. "Do you really want to

"Do you swear to protect the secrets and uphold the interests of the dragon clan and govern alongside the Red Dragon King?" "I do." Ms. Moretti nodded and took a box from an attendant. Inside the box was a necklace. The chain was made of rose gold, and the pendant was a deep crimson dragon crystal. "This is the queen's token and the counterpart to the king's ring. Once you put it on, the entire dragon clan will recognize you as their Queen." Ms. Moretti placed the necklace around my neck. The dragon crystal rested against my chest, warm as if a tiny heart was beating inside it.

Asher rumbles, his voice echoing through the entire quad like rolling thunder. Asher reaches into his coat, pulls out a thick, heavy silver ring stamped with the ancient crest of the Nightcrest Pack, and slams it directly onto my left ring finger. The heavy metal instantly burns hot against my skin, bonding itself to my flesh with a deep, permanent pulse of purple light. Victor’s eyes widen in absolute horror, his voice cracking as he stammers, "The... the Grand Mate Ring of the Whitmore Bloodline?!"

Back in Julian’s office… Julian gazed at Chris once Tiffany left them. “You’ve done me a favor. What would you like in return?” “No, thank you! I don’t need anything. I love helping people. If Big Brother insists on thanking me, though... You could give me your jade ring.” Chris pointed at the ring on Julian’s thumb. It was a white jade ring with delicate carvings. The white jade was embellished with some irregular emerald jade pieces, like an emerald dragon flying among the clouds.