Novel & Cerita Draconic Names

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

He reclined his head and shoulders and started floating effortlessly on the surface, spread out like a starfish and unbothered by the gentle waves. “Dragonkist?” Aki echoed, searching inwardly. The word rang a bell but she couldn’t remember when and where she had first heard it. Temujin’s face grew dark. He remembered his vision / dream in the Sauna Lodge. “Dragonkist means ‘dragon king’ in Split Tongue,” Sasha explained, without looking at his friends. “There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

All from that live feed she took at the restaurant. “Yeah, can you believe it? The plan seems to have worked. The new video has gone viral and from what little I saw on the internet myself. They are calling the dragon Callie as in California’s coastal dragon.” Mitch laughed. “I like that. So, my dragon now has a name, much like the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie.” I walk up and put my arms around Mitch’s waist and look up. “Yeah, the only difference is this dragon is real and all mine.”

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

But after this, he paused, when it came to where he’ll write his ring name. He felt quite conflicted on what name to write, but he quickly decided not to make it too complicated. He just formed a name from his surname. He finally wrote, ‘Lone Dragon.’ The dragon was from his surname, Drake. He wrote lone because he was indeed alone with unfamiliar fleets in the sea. After this, he quickly left and forgot about it. The Neo Roman Empire really prepared massively for this training; a ship was left for them to monopolize as their training grounds, showing how much importance they placed on the training.

Draco had said it first quietly, in the early morning, holding her for the first time with the specific careful quality of someone who had never held something this small and was treating the holding as the most important thing he had ever done and he had looked at me and said: "Maren." I had looked at him. "If you want," he said. "Your mother's name." I had held his gaze for a long moment. Then I had said yes. Maren Fletcher-whatever-Draco's-surname-was which was a conversation we were still having and which Mila had opinions about. Maren. She had my eyes and Draco's jaw and a quality of attention even at three days old, even at one week that made Elara look at her and say:

I asked sweetly, "would I do that?" His eyes remained locked on mine. "Because I said so." I folded my arms. "I'm afraid that's not a very convincing argument." "I don't need to convince you. I am Draco Castellano." "So?" I said with confidence. "No." I tilted my head thoughtfully. "I find your brothers fascinating." His jaw tightened. "They're charming in completely different ways." I added. Silence. "Daemon is entertaining." Another heartbeat. "Diavolo is observant." His gaze darkened. "And Draven..." I smiled. "...is surprisingly funny."

He snorted, “Obviously no. Draven? No, that’s yours. Dra- “Drakara.” His eyes lit up. “Yes. That’s it. Why do you ask?” Kael’s hands tightened around the moth-eaten scroll as he read it one more time just to be sure. DRAKARA—descendant of the dragon gods. The return of the dragon and a name marked in every prophecy of old. As usual, he was right again, and if he was sure of anything this time, he would say he fears magic might be involved. His head jerked up, handing over the scroll to his beta.