Curse Of The Shadow Dragon の小説・ストーリー

They didn’t dare to act recklessly, fearing they would make things worse. The spirits inside were nervous and tried to hide from the dragon shadow, which chased them playfully, like a child teasing its friends. Kiran and Lilian were both frustrated and helpless. Only Jenny seemed happy, clapping and occasionally shouting encouragement to the dragon shadow, urging it to deal with the spirits. As time passed, the spirits grew weaker and began to fall onto the dragon vein, which emitted more resentment and started to devour them. When the dragon shadow touched the dragon vein, a black and red dragon shadow suddenly emerged, rushing toward Jenny’s dragon shadow. Jenny’s dragon shadow seemed star

Shorru answered, “The Shadowers are a mysterious force. If it were the elders of any other race, we would’ve easily found a way to contact them. However, nobody knows where the Shadowers’ Great Commander is. I utilized some connections and found a subordinate of the Shadowers’ Great Commander. She made arrangements for us to meet here.” James scanned the surrounding space and said, “I know this place is classified as a forbidden zone. What’s the story about it?” Shorru explained, “It’s a ruin of the Dragon Race. They used to be a compelling race. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong side during the past strife. After their defeat, they were wiped out. However, the Dragon Race was powerful, a

The huge shadow resembles the physique of a dragon! Did we just enter the cavern where the legendary snow dragon lives??? Is that the reason why Big Foot was refusing to come here any closer??? Their eyes shoot up as bad premonition arose in their mind. They did not expect to encounter the legendary snow dragon in the midst of heating up themselves. The shadow drew closer and it seems that the dragon was getting near them. But to their dismay, it seems that they lost control over limbs. They cannot run even if they wanted to! No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot move at all. Only their eyes are moving but the rest of their body was stiff. Then one by one, the group of warlocks was f

He struggled with all his might, but the Shadow Man's hand was tightly clamped around his neck as if intent on strangling Wilbur to death. Just then, the dragon's head on Wilbur's back lit up once more. A powerful dragon aura took shape, letting out a howl of fury before snapping the gray Shadow Man's arm in half. The part of the Shadow Man that the dragon's tail struck turned into a fuzzy light that floated upward toward the band of green light. The gray Shadow Man stumbled backward as if sensing danger. The rest of the Shadow Men seemed shocked as well. Following that, several shadows gathered together. They joined hands, muttering strange chants as a silver pearl appeared on each of their

The dragons, Her fire, Her fury, forgotten now by many, but never by the earth, shape shifters and fire breathers who dwelled in the royal courts of the mountains. And the shadowborn… Her mistake, Her silence. Creatures never meant to rise, a forgotten race said to be extinct, the masters of dark magic and time. For many centuries, the Five lived in a fragile orbit, circling war, and tasting peace. And above them all, the Moon watched. ______________ We are a land ruled by blood and oaths. To shift is to be chosen. To be chosen is to be seen. And to be unseen by the Moon is to be cursed.

Books shifted, clanking against each other, like a mini, localized earthquake. "This is not safe!" Kit shouted, pulling Siron to run. But Siron stared at the shadow. Something held him in place, a mix of fear and strange recognition. This was connected to Alaric. To the curse. The shadow raised a hand, or something resembling a hand, and pointed directly at Siron. Give him back... The voice echoed in his head. Then, with a swift movement, the shadow swept its hand to the side. With a deafening thud, the entire bookshelf at the end of the aisle, a ceiling-high shelf packed with volumes of encyclopedias, collapsed onto the floor. An explosion of dust and paper flew everywhere. Kit screamed. Si

Andrew's ears still rang with the old man's icy words. "Three seals represent three rebirths. If you can shatter the final one and survive, you will rule the world as the chosen one. Fail, and you will become a cursed dragon, bound to destruction." A cursed dragon was the term used for the fallen heirs of the Lloyd royal family. The Lloyds bore the emblem of the celestial dragon as their crest, and those who thrived under the family's guidance were hailed as true dragons.

Well, it isn't exactly like that, Sophia. Then tell me!" I exploded. "What are shadow wolves? Why are they dangerous? And why would one of them want to attack me?" She held back, and for a minute, I wondered if she would say anything else. Then her voice was softer this time. Shadow wolves are... cursed," she said, "They're creatures of darkness, created by someone-or something-with the power to twist nature. They're used as tools of destruction, and they don't just attack at random. They're sent to hunt down targets that are particularly important."

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp