Dragon Book Of Revelation Novels & Stories

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

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.

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

At the same time Dracul's eyes are lifted up, gone are the molten gold of the dragon, replaced by an intense fiery red that burned with an unnatural fire. "Dracul." I call unsure of what was playing out. A low growl escapes his lips an he tugs at the chains holding him back. "Shit!" Gulliver groans. "The effects are sinking in quicker than it should, it must be blessed by moonlight." He tugs at the chains harder muttering unintelligible yet harsh sounding words. "Can you fix it?" I turn to Gulliver who has already begun setting up what resembles the prerequisite for an incantation.

The worst part was that the divine realm had actually forced that protector to die, filled with complaints. “Hahaha, what can you do? Right now I’m just the soul of a dead slave. And they—they couldn’t even defeat me when this god’s true body was unleashed! Do you think you alone can defeat me? No, right? So give up and go about your business without caring about anything that’s happening!” Hearing such provocative words only made the man angrier; he opened his book right before Da Hongli and the little dragon’s eyes. Uttering a few words the little dragon couldn’t understand, the book that had previously been white turned dark—and it wasn’t just the book that changed, but the entire state o

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

After ninety-four years, it was finally free. The smoke condensed, swirling into a massive form that blotted out the sun. Wings unfurled, black as midnight and streaked with veins of scarlet. The creature's head emerged next, its fiery eyes glowing with a malevolence that made even the bravest rogue tremble. Terror. Pure, primal terror. A dragon. His secret was finally out.