Coiling Dragon Path Novels & Stories

I stepped out carefully, and then walked slowly over to the Candle Dragon. It was fairly small, and a glowing, crystal-like white in colour. It was inlaid with delicate carvings, all of which looked like tribal patterns and intricate artwork. It depicted the elements: flame, wind, sea, and mountains. In its centre was a thick pillar candle. I wanted to wonder why, exactly, it was called the Candle Dragon, but I let the thought dissipate. I needed to keep my mind clear.

I knew my hair would be a mess with all the humidity. Bringing my hand up, I tucked my hair behind my ear. I felt some of the curling, wavy strands. I was right, I probably looked a mess. Nash didn’t seem to care as he guided me down a hallway and into an opening big enough for a fully shifted dragon.

I let out a cry as pain shot up through my wrists but I didn’t stop struggling beneath him. “Sweet Andreena. You can’t run from a dragon. Not once I’ve already claimed you. I’ll always be able to hunt you down and find you.” Spencer growled a low dangerous sound into my ear. His hands moved to mine, clasping them together. He wrapped his long fingers over my wrists, pinning them above my head, flat on to the ground.

“Mine shows ‘Crystal Summer, Flower Fairy, Outstanding’. Oh, it also glows pink. How cute~” There’s also a picture of Crystal on the wooden block, kind of like ID in the modern era. Oliver and Kian followed suit. Oliver showed ‘Oliver Chent, Fire Dragon, Outstanding’ while Kian showed ‘Kian Chent, Water Dragon, Outstanding’. How many coincidences could there be in the world? Not only did they come from the same race, but also shared the same surname. Dragons being known to be loyal are widely known among the realm, so knowing that they are relatives in this situation is an unwanted surprise.

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.

His eyes fell on Riona, who was now staring at him, so he walked towards her. On the other hand, Dalton found Minerva beneath the staircase. “You heard it right? The dragons. "There are about twenty of them outside the castle,” he said and pointed to a balcony on the first floor. “You will get a better view here,” he then beckoned her to follow him.

He handed her a pamphlet detailing the 3 hour long program. Shell games were third in the itinerary and she had missed the arrow formation. “Wow!” she let out a whistle, “this is a lot of stuff. I thought it was only races!” she had to raise her voice to be heard, “What would you be doing?” “I am going to be kayak dancing,” he winked, “and then my team races in the telematches.”

Focusing his gaze, he saw the source of the gold: a twenty-meter-long golden dragon. The majestic golden dragon was coiled up, surrounded by corporeal Blood Specters. Even a level-nine powerhouse entering this place would be in grave danger in such a situation. Disturbing these Blood Specters would likely lead one to be torn into shreds within seconds.

"My sister’s a Diremage." Pete's face twisted in shock, and he tried to seize control again, his power snaking out toward Thrystan. But Thrystan moved with raw, unyielding strength, his body pushing forward despite the force trying to pin him down. Fiery darts shot from his hands, striking Pete with searing precision. "Now let her go!" Thrystan roared once more, this time crafting the legendary dragon coil from flame—a writhing, serpentine beast that wrapped itself around Pete, tightening with deadly intent.

Darrion said. Jai narrowed his eyes and hummed. “Is there any fastest route other than these two?” Darrion thought about it for a while before writing down two other names. “There’s a passage through a forest… But no one uses this path again because it’s dangerous… And because it’s the lair of the DeGift.” “The Gift?” Jai repeated. “A dragon, a very poisonous one. That’s why people built another route to avoid coming in contact with the forest… Saving them from… Coming in contact with the creature,” Darrion explained.