Darkrai X Cresselia Novels & Stories

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

The monstrous dragon had curled itself into the dunes, its massive head—larger than the entire Mariswyn estate—resting upon the golden sands as it watched her with an eye the color of a frozen moon. Before Rhyzar could shift back into his usual form, Caelia made a sudden decision. She slid off his back, pushing herself forward in an awkward jump, barely clearing his shoulder before landing ungracefully in the soft, sinking sand. He made no move to stop her as she strode forward, each step firming beneath her feet, solidifying the shifting grains with their shared power. The white dragon’s immense silver eye blinked slowly, the wind from its exhale sweeping over her shield like a rolling stor

The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fox was on the left end. The two beasts were at about the same level, they were both a bit stronger than the energy hound. If Fane was arranging them in order, the croal drake should be in third, while the nine-tailed scarlet fox should be in the fourth. The two beasts were not too different from each other. If the environment suited the fox, it would probably be able to fight to a draw against the drake or even have an advantage. The coral drake specialized in poison. Its whole body was surrounded by poisonous gas. Weaker warriors would start to foam at the mouth the moment they got close to the coral d

I feel Gemma shake, and I hear several gasps. “I knew it.” Travian states. I look around, and everyone is staring at me. I knew this was going to happen. I see Lymiria shift, and fuck, she is beautiful. Her red dragon has an iridescent appearance. I look over as I feel something rub against me. Drake and Dray are both rubbing up and down each side. They are obviously marking me with their scent, which is fine. Gemma rubs against them, marking them with our scent.

Wouldn’t we have figured that out sooner if it were true? Gently, the drakaina places her tapered fingertips at very precise points on her crown, each one glowing to life as her flesh connects with the smooth, iridescent markings. As she does, her humming increases in frequency and volume, the tone turning lavender, the crown responding along with the markings on her arms, until both are glowing a faint purple in response. Her tongue moves, her mouth shape changes, and the note glows indigo, then violet, and red. One by one, she shifts her voice through the tones of the rainbow, right before all the colors coalesce, becoming all of them combined, a bright white so blinding that all I can see

The night of the Copulation Ceremony arrived beneath a sky heavy with the light of the three moons. Kaelith led Lyra to the highest balcony of the Obsidian Tower where a magnificent creature awaited them. It was a Nightveil Drake — a sleek, winged beast with obsidian scales that shimmered with inner starlight and deep violet membranes on its wings. Its eyes glowed molten silver. The creature lowered its massive head only for Kaelith, rumbling deeply in recognition. But when Lyra approached, the drake surprised them both by gently nudging her hand with its warm snout, a low, affectionate purr vibrating through its chest.

“No, Princess. I cannot allow you to do that. I won’t be the one to train you if you intend to go after the dragon. It is a foolish endeavor, and I won’t be a part of it.” Nya’s eyebrows shot up. She wasn’t used to being told no, but then, she wasn’t shocked that Xaver didn’t want to help her. She was surprised he’d even spoken to her at all. She let out a sigh and said, “Please? I will go after the dragon whether you help me or not. Of course, it will be easier if you will train me, but your refusal to help me will not prevent me from going.” Xaver’s mouth opened for a moment, as if he might argue with her, but then, he closed it and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I cannot be

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Raya pressed her hands once more to Derek and Jax, sealing the awareness between them. The Soul Crown had formed. Invisible. Unbreakable. But dependent on her breath. As she withdrew her hands, a subtle tremor passed through the hollow bond with Drail, sharper than before. He had felt it. And this time, the thread did not tremble with anger. It trembled with urgency.

, she was hyper and giddy, “Illusion is one of my greatest forte. I can bring to life your wildest imagination…” “Shouldn’t have taken the darned tea”, Dragomir muttered. “What are you?”, Raisel asked. She jumped in excitement, “I thought you were never going to ask!” Raisel stared in wonder, it was a negative wonder. Meanwhile where Dragomir was he desperately tried to summon his dragon, Abraxas. For some unexplainable reason he could not, he couldn’t even hear him speak to him. He tried over and over again then his eyes met the peering gaze of Crystal. Her lips slowly curved into a perky smile…