Novel & Cerita Danmachi One Eyed Black Dragon

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Liam stood still, feeling a cold gaze from behind. Unbeknownst to him, Dragon One had regained consciousness. His trembling hand held a gleaming pistol, its barrel pointed directly at Liam. Despite being a member of the Zodiac Twelve, Dragon One had long strayed from his original path during his collaboration with Scott. He never acknowledged Liam's authority, and after what Liam had just done, their hatred had only deepened. "Who cares about some useless Guild Master!" Dragon One's eyes glinted with malice. "All of you, die!"

Two golden horns sat on top of its head, coiled like a magnificent crown. It was breathtaking, but it wasn't what attracted me most. It was its eyes. I knew those eyes… They were Thane's eyes. The dragon's eyes locked onto me, pinning me with that cold gaze as a scream ripped through my throat I hadn't been expecting. Desmond quickly gripped my shoulder, but I ducked down, scratching and clawing at his arm. He yelped at my attack, but I couldn't hear him. My pulse was too loud.

The Kirin hit the muddy ground with it’s front right hoof twice then a stance; a stretched neck downward as it’s long antlers fixedly pointed to its target with it’s dragon-like face slightly contorted. Unexpectedly to Dante knowing he’s the fastest man alive, which he believed it was totally true; Pamēla was already above him, glowing with a sudden burst of energy. He slowly gasped within that space of time. “She… could see where I’m positioned?!” Staring at the mystical creature above, the rider looked down at him including the one standing behind now raising her gothic war hammer with an evil smile underneath her helmet spoke; “We got you now.” Next, a blooming sound of destructive yellow

She looked nothing like a boy. The man that stood before her was a massive mountain of a male with bronze skin and inky black hair that fell to his shoulders in waves, framing his handsome face. His jawline could cut glass. Set beneath dark slashes of eyebrows were a pair of molten liquid eyes of gold. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before. With a little effort she tore her eyes from the male to the dragon circling the village. The dragon had appeared from the sky, diving at top speed before flying upwards sending people scattering for safety. She could tell he was male by his coloring and shape, that much she knew about dragons.

The next morning, Dhari came with the full details off who the King of the Dark realm is and where his palace is. "The name of the dark king is Blaze Black. People are whispering about him having a human mate, but nothing was announced officially. But yesterday he burned a dragon alive for misbehaving with the girl whom everyone thinks as their queen and his mate. Like his name implies, he becomes a living and breathing fire, when provoked. But apart from that, he was said to be a good king" Dhari revealed.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

The twisted metal and sharp shards bit into the flesh of his half-shifted claws, dripping black blood through his fingers. His gloating smile was dead. In its place was a bone-chilling darkness. His gaze locked onto me, his dark gold slitted eyes flashing with a dangerous red light. He looked like a massive dragon waiting to strike, ready to swallow its prey whole. Terrified, I shrank back behind Kaelen. "Get out." Kaelen's eyes instantly snapped into dragon slits, delivering a cold warning to his brother. "Why should I?" Cassian stood up slowly, word by word. "I'm your contracted mate too. I have every right to be here."

Amelia took her pack to the corner table and sat in one of the chairs, laying the pack next to her on the ground. She looked around the tavern, watching the other patrons cautiously. There were three men playing cards at a table near the center of the room. They laughed loudly and slapped their hands on the table with each round they played. There were several lone patrons eating and drinking scattered around the room. Three tables in the middle of the tavern were filled with families, laughing merrily together as they enjoyed dinner and a drink. Then there was a table on the far wall with a dragon watching her intently. She could tell he was a dragon by his eyes and his look. He had the fea