Blue Dragon Names の小説・ストーリー

he bent down, planting a kiss on her lips as the boat motored along. Madchen still couldn’t believe this handsome man claimed her as her mate, or that he was a real honest to god dragon. She often wondered if she was lucky, or insane.Drago reassured her every day that she was neither and he was the lucky one to have a stunning redhead for a mate. Finally, the shore came into view,and she was blessed to gaze upon the prettiest water she had ever seen.The greenish/blue water was the most amazing color, so calm and transparent. As

Blue Firebird spoke calmly. "Wait a moment. If I create a domain from the three, what about my original power?" I am a dragon, and I have dragon blood. If it must be, the domain must be connected to the power of my dragon clan." Long Chen replied, somewhat rejecting Blue Firebird's idea.

“I am the Warden of the Deepwood. Protector of lost things. Keeper of rare things.” Her eyes glowed brighter. “And you, Violet Black… are a very rare thing.” My throat closed, she knew my name and she knew me. Blue growled, tail puffed, little wings rising defensively. The woman didn’t even blink. “Put the hatchling down. Dragons are loud when they are frightened and my garden hates noise.” Blue froze mid-growl and I froze mid-life. “How do you know my name?” My voice shook. I hated it. But fear does that.

“So, care to explain?” Theraphosa, the human-spider hybrid, asked while putting her face only an inch from Matthew’s face. Matthew was scared and took a step back from her. Theraphosa only got closer to him. “Blair, Draco Blair, the Dragon Emperor of destruction. His name, Blair, was in your name. On top of that, you are a draconic humanoid. Who are you really?” Theraphosa interrogated him. (Why was she angry?) Matthew thought in his mind.

Fastest flyers, smallest, but have the largest wingspan. Green Dragons: Food suppliers. They hunt for the Royal family and all who live in the palace. They are less likely to be spotted on the ground due to their color. Purple Dragons: Royal guards. They protect the immediate Royal family. Third largest of all dragon breeds. Blue Dragons: Royal patrol. They make sure the dragons that do not live in the palace or kingdom don't cause trouble outside the Kingdom. Gold Dragons: Scent hunters. They track out the hiding place of a dragon.

She replied nervously. They all finished breakfast and both Clay and Yale headed out to help with the harvest. Jenna smiled at them both, “see you two later.” They both smiled as they left. Clay looking like he was about to keel over and accept his fate. Adleigh smiled at Jenna as she grabbed her hand, “Come with me!” she said as she pulled her upstairs. They climbed the top of the staircase until they got to a door. Adleigh opened it and pulled Jenna inside. The room was pink. It was decorated with elegant furniture. Jenna smiled as she took in her surroundings, “This is your room?” she asked while looking at how beautiful it was. Adleigh smiled, “It is. I have always loved my room. My mom

“Let’s start throwing out ideas and see what sticks.” “Okay,” Isolde said, leaning forward with interest. “If they’re dragons, maybe something powerful like Pyra and Draven.” “Or if they’re wolves,” Cheyenne added, “something classic and moonlit. Like Lune or Fenric.” Tora covered her face with her hands. “You guys are going to give them identity crises before they’re even born.” Chelsea was already on a roll. “If one’s a boy, I vote we name him Brimstone. Brim for short.”

A guy with tattoos on his arms and green eyes says. "Shut up, Damien." A girl says. Oh, so his name is Damien. "What?! I like him." Damien says. "Who are you?" The girl with blonde hair asks us, her eyes lingering on Alex a little while longer. "Who are you?" I ask her. "Oh, Okay. I am Mia, and this is Damien and this is Vlad." She says and smiles genuinely. The guy, Vlad, has a scar on his eyebrow. I nod at him and he nods back.

I guess a few weeks of waiting for the mate they claimed to desperately want didn’t cut it for them’. ‘Athena, you don’t kn…’. I tune her out after that. She doesn’t see this my way. Our beasts are wired to love each other, and I am sure they are great. Come to think of it… I don’t even know their dragon’s names I think. “What are your dragon’s names?”. I ask softly. “Zayan”. “Zaire”. They both reply equally soft, seemingly confused by my question. I don’t understand the confusion though. Did I know their names already? I would think I would have remembered them if I had. But I guess I could have forgotten.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.