Novel & Cerita Dragon Blood Droplet

Eirlys POV: My heart nearly stopped dead in my chest. “What is that?” I whispered, staring at the glowing thing. Rhydian looked up at me from where he knelt. “The Bloodstone.” “I’ve never heard of it,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to,” he replied simply. His gaze shifted toward the hallway where Auren was standing. “It only responds to descendants of House Drakhar.” My stomach dropped like a rock. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

“Child, you are seeking redemption, aren’t you?” “Yes, Great one,” Katheine nodded. “Then you shall get it.” The Dragon sobbed a bit, taking some of his tears and handing it to Fang so the Princess drank from it. “Condemned me to death With my last breath Sorrow and anger Fill my head…” “This is the moment you drink, baby.” he directed softly to her guiding the entire process as she opened her mouth. She drank from a goblet, which the fighter had taken at the center of the Dragon fortress. The minute she drank it, everyone froze awaiting to see if it worked or not.

Kaelin tried next (arrow of pure winterbloom straight at his heart). It melted mid-air. Rhea threw a vial of dragon’s blood (last one in the kingdom). Caedrin caught it, drank it, and smiled with teeth made of starlight. “Your resistance is delicious,” he purred. “But the harvest is almost complete. In moments I will wear their bond like a crown, and every wolf on this continent will kneel or burn.” Serna spat blood, pushed up on shaking arms. “You forgot one thing, you ancient prick.”

The dragon wasn’t breathing fire now, so the shield wasn’t necessary, and for a moment, she allowed herself to look out over the head of the beast and take in the scene around her. The mountain below her was illuminated by the full dragon moon, glinting off of the white of rocks and the foam of the waves on the lake. The trees and meadows blended together to create a breathtaking scene, and for a moment, Nya forgot the horrors of this world she lived in and concentrated on the beauty.

The several other skeletons were blown away by Alex’s Brahma’s Supreme Touch. As the name implied, Dragon Blood Vine was a kind of plant vine. This kind of vine was extremely peculiar. It was blood red and had glowing blood flowing inside it. When it was cut with a knife, red sap would flow out from it just like blood. Time was running short. Below was a densely packed legion of skeletons, If Alex were to fall into it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Alex grabbed the void. With a huge force, he grabbed at least ten vines and forcefully ripped them off, throwing them into his storage purse. Then, he quickly retreated.

It was soaked in a liquid that shone like liquid silver in the moonlight. Dragon blood. Quad-hybrid blood. Samantha picked it up, her entire body vibrating with a frequency that made the nearby stones hum. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat the roar of a mother dragon whose hatchling had been harmed, the snarl of a wolf whose cub was bleeding, and the high, piercing screech of a High Priestess declaring a blood-feud. “He’s right there,” she whispered, pointing toward a cave mouth hidden behind a shimmering waterfall of frozen magic. “I can hear her heartbeat. It’s slowing down, Dom. It’s stuttering!”

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.