Dragon Chain Ori Novels & Stories

Unconsciously, his hand slapped to his chest. He gripped the ancient family heirloom dangling from his neck. A long, thick rope chain with a yellow diamond—a replicate of a miniature version of a dragon egg—rested at the center of his chest. The chain had been a gift from his father at birth. Unlike most diamonds, the one from the Dragos house was shaped in the form of a dragon’s eye. He gasped as the shift to his animal swept through him. It had been so long—months—since he’d woken. The dragon had finally reappeared.

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

I had to expose him and retrieve the Shadow Orb. We moved quickly, following Liam’s lead down a winding, narrow staircase toward the deepest levels, where the Orb’s concentrated, chaotic power was centered. We came to a reinforced, heavy metal door the likely entrance to the vault where the dangerous artifact was stored. I reached for the skeleton key Liam had procured. Just as my hand wrapped around the cold metal, a loud, truly angry Alpha roar echoed from above, Drax was in open confrontation.He had successfully drawn the main fort's attention, triggering the desperate, necessary chaos.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

And that name she had spoken, Liora, that was the same name as the wolf-dragon beast that is now deep inside her soul, the Obsidian Sigil that now answered only to her blood and her mark on her back. Ora’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile as she moved closer, her steps slow and proud even though a whole sword was still buried in her chest. She moved like she felt no pain, like she ruled everything around them. When she stopped right in front of Nyxoria, they were so close. The only difference between them was the color of their hair, Ora’s was deep black like a moonless night, while Nyxoria’s was bright blond gold that caught the light even in shadows. Other than that, it was like looki

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

Khloe began, struggling to find the right words to describe the beast before her. "Is he so ugly?" Alessia finished for her. "-Bony," Khloe retorted, eyes skimming down all the bones of the dragon. Even its rib cage was visible. "Orion here is a Liche dragon, one of the rarest dragons to ever exist," Azian replied walking toward the dragon lifting his hand forward, his eyes his supreme gold. The dragon immediately became very still as Azians hand touched its bony face, "Orion can't breathe fire like other dragons, even though he does release substantial amounts of heatwaves,” he said quietly, golden eyes focusing on the texture beneath his palm.