Dragon Blood Droplet Novels & Stories

"Meat is hard to find. This is a Vampire festival, so there will be different types of recipes mixed with blood. You might not like them." [Oh, then let's just scroll through the whole festival and eat at last from my special bag] He chuckled a little and held my hand. There are many things that I have never seen here. There is a game called Rog. There is a drink made with human blood with a slight mix of dragon's scale. It gives a magic rainbow color to the drink, and it's flammable. It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable.

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

He explained as he walked towards me and handed me the small box. “Usually, they are made of a special blood ruby that binds with their demon's magic. But since you are a dragon, I needed to find a different crystal to conceal magic as powerful as yours. So I had Garren fly to the Dragoon Mountains to retrieve it and then had Imelda use her magic to forge a special Fae metal that will expand and shrink when you shift so you never have to take it off.” I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand.

Dragon blood can revive, even those at the brink of death, and I, being the First Dragon, could bring even the dead back. I leapt into the action and fed the dying mermaid a few drops of my blood, which in a matter of seconds gave color back to her skin, regrew her fin tail and soon, she opened her gorgeous black eyes and looked at us confused. Having my blood meant she was bound to me, meant to be tied and to serve me, but the moment her eyes met Thalia’s I knew we had another thing coming.. Their connection was instant. And it has remained and survived for centuries. They were in love and happy and I was happy for them. My baby sister had true love and I was grateful for that. Thinking ab

At least if he couldn't help himself, helping her find a group would give him relief that they were people to watch her back. Drake fell silent as he thought of a better way. He was looking around the cell when his eyes fell on the book from before and an idea came to mind. “Hold on princess, If I remember correctly, I think there might be a ritual in that book that could help us identify dragon blood” he said as he got up and grabbed the book. “Really? That would be great. It would save us a lot of trouble” Elaina replied eagerly. If there was a better way, she was more than willing to give it a try.

Huh. “Dragon’s blood?” I asked. Brax looked at me and grinned. He tossed his drink back and spoke. “It’s what we call this drink. It’s a lot more potent than anything else you can find. Our elders usually keep it locked away from the younger generation, but Cam here has connections that can get him into the cellars.” Brax laughed. I turned my shot glass up and let the green liquid flow down my neck. It stung while going down. Wow… my eyes were watering. Both the guys laughed. I looked at Brax and then to the other guy. “Willow, this is my best friend, Cam. Cam, this is one of my oldest friends, Willow.” I leaned in to hug him. Our hug was only brief because Brax stepped in between us.

The smaller screamed as blood splattered across the pond, soaking the ground. A gigantic, flaming golden eye met Caelia’s gaze. She shuddered, feeling the tremor in the earth as the larger beast's grip tightened, a sickening crunch echoing through the air. Hot blood splattered her legs as the monstrous dragon tore the smaller creature away, lifting it with ease before throwing it aside, the lifeless body falling to the sand in three separate pieces. The battered wings lay broken and still.

"Eron, begin when you're ready." Eron hesitated, looking at me one more time. I nodded, and he turned to the first pedestal. The fae blood went in first, dark and shimmering with something that caught the light. The dragon blood followed, thick and orange like liquid fire. Then the vaelth blood, black and swirling, moved on its own, even after settling in the bowl. Eron cut his own palm without flinching and let the blood drip into the fourth bowl. It was darker than I expected, almost purple, and seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

I say. He lifts his hand. The tube pulls. Black veins crawl. I take it. The world goes gold. Then black. Then full. It’s not gentle. It’s a floodgate. Every hunger D.C. ever caged. Every sin the Tree ever watered. Every bite Moira ever swallowed and wanted more. It all pours into me and through me and into the crown. Seven. I scream. Draven howls with me. The vessels drop to their knees. All of them. Cove. Ash. Creek. Sky. Pride wails. Eli arches, tubes tearing free, black veins going gold, going light.