Dragon Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

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.

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

My back crashed on the bark, the wood cracking to loud splinters while I gasped in agony, the pain stung on my spine and my breath turned into heaves as I tried to ease the pain. She raised her paws high and struck into my chest, pulling hard at my heart while I coughed and choked on my blood. I was getting drained gradually and dots covered my vision. The brown wolf growled fiercely at me, yellow fangs clenched with saliva dripping. I tried to reach for my magic from within but it was nowhere to be found so I waited for death to come painfully, at least, I can get to unite with Kate again. The sounds of footsteps echoed and my vision caught the hoodie girl returning with a big black wolf th

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

he says excitedly. "You're referring to dragons ore aren't you? One of few known metals to be unbreakable," I say. "Right again," Fimrouck cheers. "We're going to reforge Chieftain Eleonora's blade using dragons ore. Dragons ore while being powerful is the hardest metal to work with. It takes extreme temperatures just to melt it down and once your weapon has been crafted there's no going back. Dragons ore can't be reforged," he continues.

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods