Chained Dragon Novels & Stories

He can't be the weak guy everyone calls him. He knew he had to appear stronger by the time he go back to the Sect. The beasts came out and it appeared to be chain worms just as the scroll had said. These beasts had tongues but it was long and identical to a chain. It can elongate as far as it wishes. Also, these chain like tongues have sharp blades at the thin side of tongue and it is very very sharp. One swipe of the chain, the victim will be severely injured. "First, I need that dragon soul to come out." Vic said with hope. He still don't have any idea on how to bring out his dragon.

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

“Do you see where I'm going with this?" He shifted on his feet, getting the message but still finding it a little distant from his understanding. "I don't -" "What do you think happens if a wind dragon loses his core?" Darius questioned him. "I don't know… He– becomes unable to fly and must stay away from the air?" "Then what do you think would happen to a water dragon without his core?" The silence of the area git to him and in an instant, it all made sense to him. The glowing chain he had seen under the water, the chain that had desperately tried to stop him from getting Kyle out. It all made sense.

I knew Ryuki was mine and I forged the bond quickly, just like Cyryl,’ Bynjym says. “So, is it true?” Mihai asks. “Is what true?” I ask. “Can you hear all the dragons? Can you hear MY dragon?” he asks. I turn and look at the dragons sitting on the edge of the cliff near the campsite. “Your dragon, green Chyrlys, is the one sitting at the end of the row of dragons. He’s also the one who, if I’m not mistaken, just told you that I can not only hear him, but that he can hear me too,” I say grinning. I watch as all of their mouths drop open in shock.

And in the final battle, beneath the shattered moons and the dying sun, Zenobia made her choice. She knew she could not kill him. But she could contain him, so summoning the last of the White Dragon’s strength, she called forth the ancient rite of sealing—a forbidden art passed down from the first dragons themselves. Kal laughed at her, even as the chains of light wrapped around his limbs.

Charles turned his laptop to face him. "That's the least of your problems. See this? It's too close to the overpass." Charles said. "Shit!" Tracy exclaimed. Him and Charles spent the next few hours deciding what to do with Australia. ****** It was the evening, and everyone was winding down for the day. Tracy and Charles McAllister had locked themselves in for most of the day yelling over the phone and having online video conferences. Tracy left after a few hours, massaging his temple and grumbling under his breath. It looked like a couple of months had been drained out of his face.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Looking around the room, “What happened here?” Walking over to where I saw the women place the necklace, I moved the small stone hiding the hole. I stare at the small chain for a moment before reaching in to grab it. It’s a piece of petrified wood that has odd markings. It almost appears to be a relic or talisman. The chain of the necklace reminds me of the one I made for Tru. Did I copy this one? I walk back over to the book and begin flipping through the pages. It mentions the woman’s father not liking dragons, but never his name or hers. All I read is, “Ges.”

Asides from being future Alphas, they were also related to nagas, the rarest mythical snakes and to dragons, one of the mightiest mythical beasts. So when Chasin, an onyx black dragon with large leathery wings landed in the party in front of the twins, it was no surprise that everyone wanted to be associated with the twins. They were still in awe of the black dragon who had transformed into a young man with smooth hazelnut ecru skin color when another dragon flew into sight. This time, it was a stone blue dragon, smaller than the black dragon. The blue dragon also transformed and brown monolid eyes smiled at the twins. Ryoko was a fire dragon, like her father while her older brother, Chasin

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.