Draco Imagines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am nearing thirty seven, and I still hadn't found my mate, which was very rare for a dragon. My claws dug into my palms as I fisted it. I wanted to scream and shout, but I knew I couldn't. Not in front of these women. I was the one they followed, and I had to be cool, composed. "Shut up. Shut up. They are my sisters, and we will find a way to break everything and everyone until Draconia belongs to us, and we will reign over them." "You are delusional," he whispered. "And I feel sorry for you, Orna. Really," he said and then walked away as if he was done talking with me. I wasn't done talking.

“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

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

O’er cliff and cave, through mist and gloom, She carries life back to the womb. A phantom swift, a breath, a sigh, The thief who makes the dragons cry. Skylar I jolt awake, disoriented because of the very real dream I was having where a golden dragon was talking to me. I shake my head. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a dream. Maybe that was real. Or was it? “My lady! My lady, you have to get up. The thief stole the egg! King Augustus is furious!” one of my maids says.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

‘Getting ahead of yourself I think’ Rex smirked, taking in a deep breath and making his way over to Raz who had finished setting up a small campfire. “So Azulthaël, how do you know about this so-called army that marches on Dracones? Any idea who it is?” Raz said, sitting down next to Lizz who was scribbling in her notepad. ‘Al’ik shared a vision of an army of darkness descending on Hale, we could not see who's army it was or who was at the helm, but they were powerful enough to know someone was seeing them and ended the vision abruptly’ Azulthaël said, skilfully taking out some odd-looking black mushrooms from his pouch and carefully bringing them to his mouth.

Jaden added. “I’m excited!” David exclaimed. “Now, hold on tight. I’ll be going faster.” Sean told them and steps on the accelerator. The boys shouted in excitement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON It’s almost time. Hercules thought as he wipes the blade of his sword. I’m excited to “accidentally” kill that Black Dragon. He wickedly smiled. He heard a car coming nearer and know that Black Dragon is almost there.

Dragons, an ancient and legendary race, whose roars have been said to be sufficient to shake the very heavens the gods live upon; whose might, the stories say, were so great that no living creature could have dared oppose their reign. "Alcina has never been prepared or trained for battle," she says, in a tone that brooks no argument. "She cannot be expected to be thrust in the middle of a war she has no knowledge of how to navigate." And yet, to Darla, it sounds far more like she holds no expectations of her daughter. Nordin, lips pressed together, looks away. Darla stares at the Duchess, unblinking, her cat-like eyes aglow in the warm lights of the room. From beside her, Percy shifts in his

As if she was telling me not to be afraid. With a graceful movement, Drogo lowered herself, inviting me to mount her back. The sensation was surreal, an unparalleled and remarkable elevation as she carried me up the sky, I was soaring through the skies on top of a dragon. I had believed these creatures to be mere beasts, yet now I understood they were so much more. They give peace and maybe joy.