Dracarys Dragons の小説・ストーリー

It took us a lot of assuring to get him to come with us but the angry alpha who might have as well gone feral was strictly against the idea, provided he even threatened that he could just find Xenia by himself and he didn’t need any one of us but after Wraya’s single lie of telling Draco that he witnessed a released dragon twice the size of him, shook the cores of the alpha who at the end gave up his façade of looking strong and had to join us with his vexed personality. But after even walking within the awkward atmosphere with the said alpha, it felt anything but friendly. Draco’s scent was bitter and sour and he looked like he could murder anyone of us right this minute, especially the way

Nora I peer at Nefertari from where I sit. Alec who is seated next to me speaks, her voice booming throughout the throne room. "We have discussed the weapons that will be used during the war. However, we have yet to discuss training regimens for our soldiers. Most of Chieftain Eleonora's horde has never faced dragons with affinities," Alec points out. Nefertari smiles, swooping her hair behind her. "This is something I have thought long and hard about. What makes dragons with affinities so formidable is their ability to naturally utilize magic outside of their elemental breath," Nefertari explains.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

“Ascension of the Nine Dragons! Kill!” Darryl ordered, pointing at the hundreds of soldiers in front of him. The nine long dragons whizzed in the direction Darryl pointed out, tearing through the air as they passed by. ‘What? Isn’t he just a saint king level? Why is his aura so terrifying? What are these huge beasts?’ Teddy was shocked and panic-stricken. Dragons did not exist in the Roland Continent, so Teddy had no idea what the nine golden dragons Darryl transformed were, but he felt a terrifying aura and was in a panic.

The Hall of Sacrul rumbled with the low growl of dragons. Fourteen great beasts sat in their true forms around a dais made of deepstar stone, a mineral said to have fallen from the bones of dying stars. Each dragon revealed its true form in silent contest, the weight of their might pressing against the air. Heat shimmered between them, an invisible storm of pride and restrained carnage.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

says Celea being confused by her sudden reaction * ROAR* Celea looked up to the growling sound. It was the dragons, it was her dragons, Draco, Azar, Kai and Dereus. They were all the head of their teams staying at the front and were flying from four different positions while breathing out fire burning everything under them. Underneath were the Lycans in their lycans form attacking the enemy the 3 Artemis brothers had the biggest form it was quite impressive how much bigger they were from the rest their black fur and red blood eyes helped them stand out even more. The witches were attacking from the side so as to not get burned from the dragons above or get attacked by the lycans in this chao

His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing. But he is not alone. Behind him— Others follow. Fae warriors step through the bridge in quiet formation, their movements graceful and deadly, armor shimmering faintly with ancient magic. And among them— Dragons. Not the dragons of Emberhold. These dragons carry the scent of the other realm, their wings darker, their presence heavy with the old power that shaped the world before the barrier was ever raised. They land along the edges of the clearing, watching everything carefully. The army behind my father is not large.