Blood Of Dragon Novels & Stories

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

But power comes with envy and envy left long enough comes with it's own destruction, it started with the Elder Dragon Dracul, the name for which your lover now bears, He and the first King of the West, it was they that begun what would be known as the Great Decimation. Mixed blood children of Dragon and Mage kind under the tutelage of the one simply known as the Deceiver created a spell much like a virus and just like that a thousand years of peace and prosperity washed down the drain. The war to be fought would last a century and during that time the virus did it's work, it's started out with blackened veins and within a week or two of agonizing pain, death would follow, it was a dark time,

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would achieve Monsteriod King level in the future. Even to be a celesti

"Yes, I need your help in identifying a creature." The royal advisor looked at the king, confused, "A creature, your majesty?" "Yes. You two, show him." The mage showed the royal advisor the memory crystal. When he saw it, his eyes went wide, "I believe this is a dragon, your majesty." "A dragon? Aren't they a notoriously closed-off and secretive race that rarely leaves their territory?" "You are correct, your majesty. However, they do frequently leave their territory for trade with the elves or the Auhura empire. From what I can tell, I believe this could be just a child."

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

Chase suddenly thought about the two major advancement stages ahead and asked the dragon deity. "Of course. However, the emperor-level color depends on each individual's attributes. After the saint level, righteous practitioners have golden blood, while those of evil paths have black blood," the dragon deity replied. "What about beyond that?" Chase pressed further. "No one has seen it, so no one knows." The dragon deity's tone seemed somewhat helpless. Only then did Chase realize that once one reached the martial Path ancestor, seeing their blood would indeed be extraordinarily difficult. While speaking, Chase had completed most of his Divine Blood conversion. When Nefarious Blast hit him, i

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.