Blood Of Dragon Novels & Stories

Alora whispered to me, "I feel like there's a disaster coming soon. This pair of bulls won't rest until they kill each other." While Alexander roared to the Dragon angrily, "I've never seen a creature possess the coldness of your blood. Oh, this!!" The Dragon giggled, cheerfully saying, Although he knew that he was not welcome, "Have you forgotten that I am half a Dragon, and cold blood is nature in my people, something we stand out for? For me, coldness is not an insult but a trait that I am proud of. Unlike you, your hot blood was not an advantage for you. Your hot blood almost caused the death of your mate.

The heat and force of each breath would've made it impossible for any human to survive the proximity, but neither was Dom an average human nor was his father awake, for an awake dragon's breath is simply unbearable. Dom put one of his hands above the nostril and repeatedly made cuts on his palm with his other hand (repeatedly because he healed too fast for blood to accumulate in one try)to shed as much as a liter of his blood into the nostril. For a minute nothing happened. He knew it would work, he just had never done it before, so he had no idea how long it was supposed to take, or if he even did it right. The blood of a close family member was supposed to be dropped into the nostril of th

He knew how to peer into the deepest part of people, as if he were able to read theirs. Then there was Drigo; he was a Black man. It was said he escaped a war from his country and fled to Westeros in a fleeting ship of his own enemies. Drigo had bald hair, beady eyeballs, and faintly pink lips. He was a tall, lean man, but in that brain of his was the map of the whole world. Knowledge that shouldn't be underestimated, so fluent in grammar. His only weapon was the use of words to hurt his enemies.

Buppig says. “I’m not a dragon,” I say. “No, you’re not,” Aolis says, his gaze narrowing on Madelyn. Her heart rate is increasing. I think this is becoming a bit much for her. “But, you are descended from the Drache line. You have dragon’s blood in your veins. That is the magic that I felt in you.” “The Drache name, was that your mother’s or father’s name?” Lily asks her. “My father’s name.” Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud.

Finally understanding that he was gradually losing, and no matter what he did he couldn't harm the shadow warrior, Hades flew up into the air and raised his arms into the blood red sky. A surge of power blasted out of the clouds and circled the devil's body. Blood magic. The devil's eyes flew open and his black gaze landed on the earth dragon shifter that was battling against the titan. He stretched his arm towards the dragon and the blood magic followed his move, surging through the air until it struck the earth dragon. There was a loud roar as the dragon was slammed into the ground. The blood magic disappeared into its body, turning it instantly into something else. Something evil.

I answered. "That makes sense now," he answered before turning to Agatha. "Do you have the blood sample?" Agatha gave King Drake the vial containing my blood sample, which still glowed slightly. He examined the vial carefully. The faint glow within the vial seemed to brighten under his scrutiny. He opened the vial and smelled the contents. Closing the vial, King Drake turned to look at me again. The weight of his gaze was intense as if he could see straight into my soul. "Well met, Christine. I see you do indeed have the ancient blood of dragons running strong within you."

She indeed recovered very quickly that I can now see the glow of blood on her face, far from her very pale face the last time I saw her before our journey to West Evergreen Forest. "You know what, Mother, Ophelia was the one who made us win over the magical healer's dragon," Prince David said that made me blush a bit. I only did a very small thing so I can't really say that I was the one who made them win over the dragon. "Really?" Her Majesty looked at me, eyes were twinkling and with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Yes, Mother. She figured that the blue dragon's weakness is fire so she made a bow and arrow out of fire and hit the dragon's eye," Demitri said with pride.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."