Dragon Blood Droplet Novels & Stories

That struck a nerve, and La Bruja's gaze turned even more venomous, staring at them with a burning hatred that even they couldn't understand anymore. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING CLEVER, DON'T YOU?! Well, why don't we even the odds a bit, shall we!?" She said, snapping her fingers, and that's when Mallow heard it. The roar of a dragon with wings as black as the starry night sky itself, and eyes that bled a crimson red, "AND YES, THIS IS A SKYRIM REFERENCE!!"

Seeing the group that he left behind, there were only 4 people where only the leader looked very tired, some of them were hit by dragon fire and burned. Bedros gave one by one randomly then… “Sacrifice your blood to make a contract.” shouted Bedros while slashing his left hand with the dagger he found in front. After the blood dripped out, Bedros tightly gripped his hard rock. Without thinking they followed Bedros' movements. Suddenly a light came out of their stones. Making their hair fly because of the power that emerges from the hard rock. A colored light mingled with stone and blood came out. The dragon's body also emits the same color and is sucked into the stones they hold.

he asked them. They all nodded their heads. In stance they got ready for the fight against the wild beast. “William how are we doing on the black hole?” asked the Emperor. “Ruby lend me a drop of your blood, and Eric,” shouted William. “What?” asked Eric. “Give me a drop of your blood.” “Why?” “Because only the dragon and phoenix can close the black hole.” “Oh,” they both said. They both cut their fingertips and gave William a drop of their blood.

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"

She fixes it, her hands careful, almost too careful, like she's afraid even small movements could make things worse. Then they start. At first, I don't understand what I'm looking at. I just stand there, watching, trying not to get in the way. My hands feel useless at my sides. Then the magic begins to show. It starts slow. Subtle. Then I see it. Black droplets rise from Damian's wound. Not red. Not like blood. Darker. Thicker. Wrong. They lift into the air as if something invisible is pulling them out. More follow. Then more.

Elowen didn’t waste time. “Show me,” she ordered. I lifted my shirt just enough to reveal the new mark on my hip: a black crescent moon cradling a single flame, edges glowing like living ember. Elowen’s face went the color of old ash. Thorne spoke first, voice low and lethal. “Explain.” Elowen exhaled through her teeth. “That mark is called the Sanguis Draconis. Blood of the Dragon. It appears only when vampire royal blood and dragon royal blood mix willingly.

I whispered and saw her entire body was covered in cinnabar powder, she was having what looked like a bronze trident in her hand; it was almost 5 feet long. As Draco lifted her up I saw she was not infected by Black blood poison but she was having a severe wound on her stomach, her beautiful looking pink colored gown was dyed red in blood, I squinted my eyes and saw Beth was having deep wound which was almost as size of my palm on her stomach, I was even able to see her internal body part with my naked eyes.

Aurelia laughed. A servant came around to fill everyone’s cups with tea and coffee and then another circulated with a decanter of blood. The thought of drinking blood used to make Seraphina’s stomach turn but now, her mouth immediately began to water at the smell of it. For a while, everyone ate in a pleasant silence. “You wouldn’t guess what I saw when I looked out of my window last night,” Antoinette suddenly spoke up. “What was is my dear?” asked Narcissus. “Well” Antoinette continued, “I saw a purple ball of fire shoot across the sky followed by the most beautiful silver dragon”. Everyone in the room immediately turned to look at Seraphina. “Actually sister, Seraphina’s dragon’s skin sha

Harland sighed. James was able to possess such strength at such a young age despite not having a master to guide him. Unwilling to drag out the conversation any longer, James asked straight away, “Where’s the dragon’s blood?” Harland waved. Then, a transparent bottle flew toward him. A red liquid could be seen inside. He handed it over to James and said, “This is dragon’s blood left behind by my ancestors a millennium ago. Legend has it that it allows one to attain immortality. However, no one could really verify the claims.”

A noblewoman A lady. But I was neither. The weight of the Dragon’s pin pressed against my chest, cold and heavy. It was the only jewelry I wore, yet it carried more significance than all the rubies and diamonds in the room. A symbol of the House of Dragar. A mark of the Dragon’s favor. A mark that did not belong to me. A mark that made my bone rattled, but I couldn't take it off. Not when the Prince had given the order.