Dragon Chain Ori Novels & Stories

I curse for making it so obvious as I look at the wall waiting for the answer to my last question. “Now that you understand this you will understand the other information. I have a sort of bond with the other gold dragon. We can speak to each other across the distance with enough focus. From what has been gathered from him, we know that Slater was once a part of their bond” He says. My eyes widen as I step closer to him. This is what I was looking for. This is the information I need to find him. “If he was a part of their bond then they could find him. They can take me to him even” I tell them with excitement. It looks like all of this wasn't a waste of time.

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

It's enough for me to figure out that he wants to take me down from behind. "I'm done playing your games!" Arthur yells, and I chuckle. "Why? Are you tired?" "It might interest you to know that I have what it takes to send you to hell. Does the Orx ring a bell to you?" He states, and I roll my eyes, annoyed. He can't have the Orx. This is because there's only one Orx that exists. Right now, it is in Dakota's possession. There's no way he could have the original with him.

"You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation. "He may have innovated and forged something deadly, but at the end of the day, the old ways still reign supreme. No matter how the younger ones twist it or flaunt it, they always end up bowing to their ancestors." "Break!" With a roaring shout, endless streams of energy around Andrew's body surged wildly backward, shooting upward. These streams all turned blood-colored, crimson, and black. Flames burned across the surface of these energy streams.

The chains were attached to a dragon. It was huge and the color of wet coal. Its scales caught the light when it breathed. Its eyes were yellow. It lifted its head when we came in, and the chains shifted with a long, slow ringing sound, and one of the girls behind me began to make a noise I had never heard a person make before. I stepped backward until my shoulder blades touched the stone wall. I would stand here, and I would not move, and I would let the five minutes go by, and I would walk out.

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.