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.

All that is left now is the hybrids that we haven’t been able to find or save. However, you have to claim a dragon first and that is no easy feat. Not just anyone can claim a dragon. You must be strong, intelligent, and able to survive their battle against you. Cedric was thrown off of Tana, and burned by her fire, before he was able to get her to submit to him. Avani was basically buried in hardened lava by Merethyl before he submitted and Ishir not only had to battle a nearly wild Zephyr, he also had to battle her mind after Oliver broke her spirit.

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."

“Look, I know this must be scary for you, but how about we get you in the tub, and you can tell me all about how you ended up with the Great Dragon.” Destiny easily pulled Rori to her feet and led her into the bathroom, where a steaming bath was already waiting for her. The spectral housekeepers appeared out of the steam and began to fuss about with their disembodied voices. Rori looked at Destiny and noted that she seemed to be able to communicate with them. Destiny eyed Rori who looked somehow smaller and very lost. “Oh, I forgot!” she chirped to the housemaids, “She can't understand you.” Destiny turned and smiled at Rori, “They are called spectrul’s and without getting into the complexit

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