Dragon Blood Droplet Novels & Stories

My hand darts to my chest, pulling it away I see blood on my palm but there's no hole there. How can I be bleeding but have no wound? My confusion must show on my face because Lilli looks a little embarrassed. “How?” “After he shot you, I couldn't bare it and I lost my mind a little. Once I shifted, I realised I could save you, by sharing my blood.” I'm flabbergasted. Her blood? Dragon’s blood! Of course, the old legends speak of people being cured by the dragons of old. “So, I’m a part of you now Drake.”

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.

"As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon." My eyebrows met at her words. I couldn't understand what she was saying as the scent of my power that Mama Amelia sealed leaked. I don't remember what she said happened. For the past few months, nothing has been strang

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

The onyx stone sat at the heart of the lab, its golden light pulsating as it seemed to transfer energy to the patients. ******** Drake – POV Mac pulled Yuri into a hug, which seemed to catch her off guard, but she relaxed into the embrace. I turned away, a peculiar sensation stirring within me – my dragon seemed irritated by their closeness. I dismissed the thought, my mind preoccupied with how this mixed blood held a dragon bloodline that needed saving. Who was the pure dragon aiding this damned pack to run tests on mixed bloods, turning them into weapons? Yuri and Mac followed me to meet with

Wouldn’t we have figured that out sooner if it were true? Gently, the drakaina places her tapered fingertips at very precise points on her crown, each one glowing to life as her flesh connects with the smooth, iridescent markings. As she does, her humming increases in frequency and volume, the tone turning lavender, the crown responding along with the markings on her arms, until both are glowing a faint purple in response. Her tongue moves, her mouth shape changes, and the note glows indigo, then violet, and red. One by one, she shifts her voice through the tones of the rainbow, right before all the colors coalesce, becoming all of them combined, a bright white so blinding that all I can see

Lysandra asks as we run. "Somewhere they'll never think to look." "Where?" "You'll see." We reach the border just as the first hints of dawn touch the sky. A figure waits there. Cloaked. Hidden. "You're late," the figure says. "We're here." I step forward. "Do you have it?" The figure produces a small vial. Dark liquid swirls inside. "Essence of nightshade. Mixed with wolfsbane. Enough to kill even an Alpha." I take the vial carefully. "And the location?"

There were two candlelights placed on a wooden table some distance away from where she stood. She glided towards it, her eyes darting around the room in search of the person she had seen, before the dust blurred her vision. "My lady?" "Ahhhgh! Micah screamed in terror when someone popped out of the darkness and stood right in front of her. It was Drigo. He was an African, so he had dark skin; he scared Micah, and her spirit almost left her body. "Drigo…you shouldn't scare me like that." Micah said, placing her right hand on her thumping chest, as if doing that would calm her racing heart.

His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The others follow—collapsing, writhing. Dark blood pours from their eyes, their noses, their mouths. Numenessa doesn’t move. She only watches. The blood never reaches the ground. It rises. Droplets lift into the air, drawn toward her like she’s made of gravity, funneling straight into the red orb around her neck. When the last drop disappears, she exhales loudly. Something inside her unlocks. Wind explodes through the forest. Trees bend. Leaves scatter. Her eyes glow crimson behind the veil.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.