Blood Of Dragon Novels & Stories

Even though that void figure was indistinct, it gave off a feeling of superiority, as if all living things were unmatched. Black Dragon opened his crooked mouth and was shocked for a while. He took a breath and finally shouted from his throat, "White Tiger bloodline!" At this moment, he was sweating profusely. Only, his body was covered in blood. Even though sweat poured out, at this moment, it was still a terrifying blood red color. Fortunately, Caspian's White Tiger bloodline was relatively thin. Although Black Dragon was almost scared to death in an instant, it couldn't really kill Black Dragon.

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

Drake points out. “That’s why they don’t use dragon blood as the connector.” Ty says. We all look at her. I don’t think she meant to say that out loud. I can tell she is irritated that we don’t know what she is talking about. “Dragon blood heals everything. They can’t use it as the central part of the mix because they need magic. The doctor did say that they have zero dragon DNA in them. The dragon’s blood would make everything bind together before the magic took effect. It might have been a clan of dragons and a coven of magic users that were able to capture the Gemini twins, but their blood wasn’t able to fuse with the twins’ blood they way they wanted it.” Ty explains.

The roar surprised everyone, but Aleksandra even more since that same roar was the same as the one, she heard previously, and the situation is very different from the previous ones. When everything calmed down, in his mind the name of the beast was heard DRAGON "I am not impressed by that event; the descendant of the avant-garde hero definitely must have had something very good" Alfred says with a smiling expression, he knew Aleksandra's story very well, to which she responds "It's true, I've already chosen my race, I customized my beast, I guess it's all over" The group goes to God to find out the next step to end this.

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

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.

BOOOOOMMM… “You worthless creature! Die for me!” The little dragon screamed, biting off one of the giant’s hands. Not stopping there, the little dragon used its sharp tail to sever the other two hands of the blood giant, leaving only one hand remaining. “Agh! Why are you so strong? Why can’t I defeat you?” screamed the blood giant, having lost three of its arms to the little dragon’s attack. As the giant despaired, the blood crystal right in the center of its chest began to move on its own. The little dragon and Da Hongli sensed an overwhelming aura emanating from the blood monster.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

The Ma’vhor screamed. Between the vise-grip of the Dragon’s teeth and the sustained blast of flame, the unnatural beast’s body was not invulnerable. Ghaeron put every last ounce of strength his jaw muscles possessed to work, and he jerked his head sideways as his flame died out. Scorched flesh tore, and then Ghaeron was momentarily off-balance as there was a sudden release. The Ma’vhor’s head came away from its body. The Dragon flapped upward, watching as the headless body twisted and fell. He lost sight of the severed head, and the lifeless body smashed into the trees on the slopes below the Citadel.