Blood Of Dragon Novels & Stories

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real! “Second, the Dervy. They are the kinds of vampires that are evil. They possessed dark magic and it was very dangerous. They are our enemy. They are the second strongest of the entire vampire clan. The color of their eyes is black which I know is scary to look at because it looks like the eyes of a demon. And don't come near one of them because they will kill you," This is what Knox and I fought yesterday they almost killed me. I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance.

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.

’ a low dangerous animalistic growl vibrated from Draco’s Dragon chest as he opened his large mouth and displayed his sword like sharp teeth’s, his killing intention was very much clear to everyone seeing which female ghoul quickly extended her hand to her blood born corpses and asked them to attack on Draco’s Dragon. Upon receiving Blood ghost command, couple of dozens of blood born corpses started running in direction of Draco’s Dragon, seeing which Draco instantly used his sharp black scaled tail and skillfully brought Jasmine to other side where injured Beth and unconscious Mr. Hanzo were, Jasmine quickly squatted near Beth, in meantime Draco opened his mouth wide and allowed a long wave

Niquel clicked his tongue at the thought of those old dragons. “She’s not safe,” said the man, his voice raspy. He had a lean built, presumably in his early twenties if he was completely human. The golden streaks in his black hair were more than enough proof that he had Dragon Blood, and a fire dragon at that. Moreover, the streaks were of a deep golden color that rivaled his, a royal. Unless his father engaged in fidelity, which he doubted, no other dragon should bear such symbol. She’s with the wolf. If that isn’t unsafe, I don’t know what is. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

“That lines up with what Thaddeus was rambling about earlier when he was drunk. Kept going on about how the dragon mustn’t die. Said he needed a living vessel.” “Exactly,” Niobe continued. “The red ink in the final line you copied, Luna, it signifies a blood sacrifice.” According to her, the Red Dragon wouldn’t just be an energy source, it would become a vessel which containing heat so intense it would destroy a human body. If the dragon died before the ritual was complete, Thaddeus and all his followers would burn from the inside out. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how that dragon would die at their hands.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

I’m about to open my mouth to argue, when Bynjym’s claws slam down on the ground around me, shocking me into silence. Cyryl begins clicking agitatedly. “Okay, I said I should probably go back …” More clicking. “We’re talking about a war, Cyryl.” Cyryl hisses, and Bynjym pulls his claws out of the ground around me. “Do you really want all that blood on your hands?” Skylar asks. Cyryl growls. ‘What is she saying Bynjym?’ I ask. ‘That the blood will be that of the humans, not the dragons.’

She seemed calm in return, but suddenly, she clutched her chest, spitting out two mouthfuls of black blood, her body shaking violently. Gu Mistress's complexion changed dramatically as she shouted, "Oh, no!" "What's wrong?" "The death of Redwood has disrupted the protective array controlling the polluted blood, and now the pollution of the blood dragon is accelerating." "How do you know?" Kiran asked urgently. "I once tried to bond with the blood dragon by dripping my blood on it. I was not unsuccessful, but I could feel the power of the blood dragon and get its help at critical moments. Now, it is sending me a distress signal."