Novel & Cerita Depressed Dragon

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

I whispered, brushing his hair away from his face. "It's so much easier to breathe when you're here with me" he rasped, burying his head in the crook of myneck. I slowly rubbed his back, soothingly. All of a sudden, he broke down into tears. "I'm scared, Dev. I've never felt this terrified....not even when I was so close to dying. I've not been myself ever since I survived the dragon blade. There's this darkness..... it's growing within me... and it's... it's messing with my head. When you're here, you snap me out of it.... but when you aren't, it's like I'm falling. I don't know.... I think I'm depressed but I also think it's worse than that"

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

His eyes softened from the words he was slowly being lured into. A dragon's core huh? "Their core is more than their life source,” Darius turned and kept at his reserved walk pace. “It's their will, their connection to the nature of their power, and the light to their whole existence. When a dragon loses it's core, it loses everything I mentioned earlier. To put it simply, it would be like a human losing one's state of mind and purpose. Or their self-confidence, esteem, and pride." "Soooo... depression?" his head tilted in question.

They continue to prolong his suffering,tearing at his flesh with their slick blades and drawing his life essence slowly. “It’s all my fault. I did this to all of you.” He casts me a harsh glare over his shoulder,as he counters a blow. “You didn't do anything,spitfire. They're evil and that’s all there is to it. You are innocent. Far from guilty.” He whispers in my mind. “He’s gone,Corven. My dragon is gone. That substance was poison. I can’t feel him anymore. He’s gone.” I say in my mind,as I weep from my place on the floor.

"You’re weakened, dragon! We know that—" Drake laughed, his voice a deep, rumbling sound. "Weakened? What makes you think so?" "For centuries we have studied your kind. Strong and fearsome creatures you are, but a time comes when you lose that vigor. We know what you are going through. We have been waiting patiently for it. Estrus has drained your strength," The leader mocked, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Surrender now, and this doesn’t have to get ugly."

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

“The only way to stop the dragon is to kill its human form. Dragons don't die, Vic, they transform into another entity, but if one of the images is destroyed, the dragon can be captured. Yes... I think that's exactly what happened. He killed him. Now it's a dead dragon. And this confirms that it is the dead that the delonchi raise. - For what? - They know that the dragon is waking up, the one who captured him is gone, he will soon be free. The undead dragon will primarily react to the undead. The dead are bait, the more of them, the greater the chance that they will attract and slow down the dragon. They are also raised magically, and while the dragon will devour their energy, the delonchi w

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

“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