Crucible Of The Spirit Dragon Novels & Stories

"No... the catacombs of the western rifts... they were heavily imprisoned with high royal seals." Eryx shook his massive, horned head, his silver scales bristling. *"They were imprisoned, yes. But someone..."* His predatory gaze shifted violently eastward across the sea, toward the distant capital. *"...someone within the High Moon Court just deliberately broke the seals and released the spirits to hunt."* One massive, ancient dragon spirit separated itself from the howling swarm, hovering just ten feet above the palace fountain. Its empty, glowing crimson eyes locked instantly onto the silver bundle in Selena's trembling arms.

CHAPTER 11 The Dragon pulled out the toy from inside me with force as he threw it to the ground he ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. He utters curse words as he takes a few swings of punches to the far wall. He's acting as if I tainted him with my virginity like I'm some kind of wild animal that just gave him rabies yet here I am still hanging up by my arms that I haven't been able to feel for Quite some time now my legs are also numb and are still chained and spread wide open.

I muse aloud, even though the only response I receive is a warm tingle to let me know she is still alive. Alive and alone. Does she feel the loss of her clutchmates? Celestial dragons often speak to one another while still in the egg, their little lights flickering in silent communication. Even though I only remember that time of my own life in faded flickers within dreams, it is still a part of what has shaped me, just like the memory of my hatching and finding the remains of many of my siblings broken at my feet. They hadn’t deserved that fate, to be discarded as too impure to be placed in the network of enslaved souls powering the Terran cities. No one deserves such an end, having their s

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

A mutt sitting on the throne of magic. Unacceptable! I would never allow it. “This world rots,” I whispered, standing from my throne. My robes of dark crimson and smoke fluttered around me. “When abominations are crowned heroes, rot follows.” The spirits stirred restlessly, the massive stone chamber echoing with their whispers. They had followed me for generations, bound to my command. Slowly, reluctantly… they turned their attention toward the image of Lyra shimmering above the pool. “She is strong,” one spirit rasped.

I turn and see them being dragged along the ground by invisible hands. I run after them. This can't be happening! No, I won't let it happen. I take a deep breath and clench my fists. The moan that escapes my lips startles me. Their rescue gives me new strength. I feel nothing; all I care about is saving them. Only that. I run wildly, desperately, refusing to let the spirits escape with the knights. Even if I can't save them right now, I will follow them wherever they go. "Watch out, girls." The spirit's voice is booming with amusement, sharp and unwavering. "Don't kill them by mistake before we reach our lair."

tears in his eyes and a look of loss on his face, “I never thought much about your service to my father… you were the first spectrul I petitioned the Court for.” Calder nodded and smiled, “yes, you were such a young dragon when you took on such a heavy price, and I will forever be in your debt.” Murdok shook his head and glanced toward the empty corridor. “She has such an effect on you that you let her give you names, and I never knew it was something any of you even wished for… or thought you could not have.” The spectrul hummed and began to glow with a misty white light, “we are grateful to you in every way and thought only to make the young miss feel at home, we felt perhaps she would m

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

I swear Pyrite and I, along with the dragon’s in our kingdom and the wolves and witches in the other kingdoms will come together and wipe the Rebels off the face of the Earth, or die trying. Pyrite and I flew to the main gate and saw wolves, vampires, and witches trying to blast the gate. I banked right and Pyrite banked left. I grabbed a huge boulder in my back claws and threw it at them. Pyrite took another and placed it in front of the gate. One dragon that was red and gold, looked like Nexis, flew over them and pissed. The Rebels yelled in rage. Some started trying to jump the gate, Nexis and a few of the other Den Leaders spewed fire, catching most on fire, only a handful were left in a

Holding up a hand towards the floating seals, a burst of blue flames shoots from his fingers and engulfs the seals. "Is that..." He nods. "Dragon flames. The seals can only be destroyed by my flames," he replies, and I nod. "You could have destroyed them one after the other," I point out, and a smile ghosts over his lips. "It's more efficient this way. Besides, I lose a ton of energy each time I use the flames," he says. The intensity of the flames increases and the seals begin to glow brighter. Then, in an instant, they all turn black and begin to disintegrate into fine dust on the floor.