Blood Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

As long as the dragon's tail didn't break, the dragon could replenish blood and recover. The blood dragon recovered in an instant. It raised its head and roared at the Flaming Phoenix diving down, its huge dragon claws grabbing at the Flaming Phoenix. Roar! The blood dragon barely had time to let out an indignant roar before its enormous head was torn apart by the Flaming Phoenix's sharp claws, turning into a bloody mist.

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.

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

His voice cracking, "Pa kache dèyè li (Don’t hide behind him). Mwen se san’w (I am your blood). Mwen p’ap janm kite’l fè’w mal ankò (I’ll never let her hurt you again).” “¿Sangre? (Blood?) Blood don’t stop bullets, viejo (old man). She doesn't remember you! Back. Ahora (Now), until mi princessa is ready to acknowledge you as her familia,” Dragon warns him, the Kimbers steady in his grip, rain dripping off their barrels into the .44 Magnum’s chambers.

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.”

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

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.’

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.