Dragon 99 Novels & Stories

Wilbur took the Nine Dragons Painting out, inspecting the nine dragons on it closely, soon enough, he saw that the dragon at the top of the painting had half its body hidden in the clouds, only showing its claws and tail. Wilbur went online at once in search of information on Senior Fremont but found that there was next to no information on him aside from a few lines describing the Nine Dragons Painting and the creation of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons.

On page 999, I found what I was sent here for. The number nine represents dragons throughout human history, while it has little meaning in the dragon world, which puts emphasis on prime numbers. I began reading about Draconian Wicca. There's a duality in this religion, just as there is in life. Some seek to worship, praise, and heal, while others seek power, darkness, and destruction. I found the spell that the hooded figures used. I allowed Clint to read it too. “Witches; fucking dark mages!” he tersely mumbles.

“Don’t mind him. He’ll behave.” “And I told you not to bring the dragons here. But you’ve brought both, and now I can’t do anything about it.” She looked behind her at where the second one stood waiting. That one was smaller than this red one, though not by much since she had to guess that both of them were close to ten meters from snout to tail. Slender and blue-green-scaled, with a strange peacock-like webbed frill bearing beautiful false eyes, this second dragon was far stranger and more ethereal than she had ever imagined one could look.

“Gator, this is Nya,” Slate, the dragon king, said as Nya followed him over to where the others were training. The fellow in question, a ginormous man, only an inch or so shorter than Slate himself, with massive, bulging muscles, was dressed all in black, a similar outfit to the one Slate always wore, except there were no red accents. Gator eyed Nya for a moment, his eyes traveling from her head to her toes and then back again. He nodded, his dark, shoulder-length hair swaying slightly with the movement of his head. “Nya?” he questioned.

"Like what?" Ever since Kade saved his dragon, his beast has formed a bound with the man. He imprinted accepting Kade as theirs, now he kind of obsesses over his mate and now both of them felt like shit for him not beliving in his mate. Now Kade just stood there looking in, clearly he was still bothered by him and that anger or disapointment is keeping him at a loss. "Dragon fire. it is believed apart from the welder, dragon fire will either denature the tough metal or command the chains resistance to break."

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

Mango asked curiously. "This is the Nove Dragon Pool. The legend says that the Dragon King, who was the god of rain, had nine sons. His sons were trapped here as a punishment for breaking the Heavenly Law, and the people here suffered a lot because of the drought. Although the Dragon King wanted to make it rain, he could not do anything since the Jade Emperor did not order him to do so. Therefore, he could only watch the people suffer. Many of the children and women died because of the drought, and the crops all dried up too. Thus, the people came here to pray for the gods and seek protection. When the Nine Dragons knew that, they decided to help make this place rain because they knew that t

Dariel Jackson had doubts when he sized up Julian, but he did not mention anything about it for Harvey’s sake. A woman in a bunny suit walked to the center of the ring at this very moment. “The sixth round will be starting now, everyone!” she said sweetly. “On Golden Sands’ side, Dragon Nine!” The lights moved toward the entrance of the ring. Soon after, a man in a vest showed up. He was about five-foot-nine with tattoos of nine fierce dragons all over him. That must have been how he acquired his nickname. Other than that, the man was wearing extremely odd-looking gloves with sparks flying everywhere when they collided.

Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough. This time, I wasn’t waiting anymore. I was going somewhere that truly belonged to me, where I could finally live my own life.