Dragon Blade Naruto Novels & Stories

I fall to the floor when he shifts to his human form. "Boy, you cannot stop me. I will have the silver dragon's egg, it is mine by right." I pull my legs beneath me and inhale a large amount of air. I let everything go and the flame I knew I possessed shoots from my mouth. Drakon's roar hurts my ears but not enough that I don't hear his words. "You are dead, boy."

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

And now, I have been crushed by it. ... After spending hours in my room, drowning in my own rage, hurt, and frustration, I notice the glinting metal in the pocket of my black coat, which is hanging on the chair. Slowly, I crawl out of bed and take hold of the metal. I stare at the weapon in my hand. According to Landon, it is called 'The Orx.' Apparently, it belongs to the head of The Six. It is the only weapon capable of ending the life of an Impure.

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

Javier glowered. “This is for my people and Jade!” The dragon rose high, bringing his claws against the neck of the hunter. With one quick snap, Javier managed to cut separate the head off his body. ***

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall. He was blind with hatred now. Every strike was meant to kill. I was no match for him. Lysander took a blow meant for me. He fell. "Seraphina! You do not deserve to bear a golden dragon! Die! All of you!" Drakon gathered every ounce of his power into his claw and charged straight at my child. CRASH. The sky went black. A crack of thunder split the world. Then a golden lance of lightning came screaming down from above.

I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me. I punched him as hard as I could at the exact point where his spine connected with his skull. There was a small hollow hole right behind that point where it met with muscle and tendon. It was that exact spot that rendered a dragon off balance for a few seconds. I grabbed the dragon’s horn and swung all my body weight to the side as he stumbled slightly and then went crashing down to the ground. I would have maybe five more seconds before he regained control of himself. I slid down his massive chest and stuck my morphed hands in between the scales and through the ribs that prot

roared the black dragon, seeing the giant sword formed from a thousand swords heading towards him. BOOOMMMMM

The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade. What was happening? Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head. “The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.” ‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.