Dragon Chain Ori Novels & Stories

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

Eoin. When Ben and James finally dragged me in my wolf form from the rubble, I barely had time to check myself over fully when Rori came scrambling over the mountains of rock, plaster, and brick "We have to distract the damn Dragon." She ordered, but I made a move in the direction she was running from where I had last seen my mate. "Jagger." She called, and I paused. "Trust me, Kayda has an ankle shackle on its magical, and Drakos is using some spell right now to hurt her. Sage is working on it, but he is counteracting it, we have to stop him and distract him long enough for Sage to remove it." Rori explained pleadingly and frantically as I centred my concentration to where the Dragon stood.

Willa questioned while we walked behind her. "They do," Amora walked ahead of us with Orion, spouting out orders to get the sea-side cave ready. "It's just that Odessa hasn't had her first cycle as a dragon. She was out for almost six days and hasn't had her chance to. Creed's dragon is older and hasn't had his rut, so he couldn't wait to rut until she had her heat. His dragon needs some pussy." Willa cackled at Amora, whose spirit was lightening considerably.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

He was gone. It happened so fast that before any of them would do anything, the Dragon-Wolf broke loose from the chains. And Aurora was the first person to have a taste of his claws across her stomach, the wounds were so deep that her intestines were showing, holding her neck tight almost choking her to death, he flinging her hard against the rock and facing the others. The Dragon-wolf knew the next step Oracle wanted to make. Oracle wanted to use the light from her third eye like she had done before but the Dragon-Wolf pushed her so hard that her head hit the hard Rock and she started bleeding.

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

Lucas had done a good job with my training but now it was taken to a whole new level. Abeloth seemed to prefer this life, he liked the discipline that it took and we worked hard to reach perfection. My training unit consisted of me, Jared, Omar and Felix. Jared was a wolf, Omar was a dragon like me and Felix was a vampire. Wentworth was the only one in that unit that realized the value of me having a gray dragon since nobody had ever actually seen one before. The unit only looked at you when you reached the age of twenty and had passed through the Elite Hunter Team’s other training programs which made me a bit of a wild card.

Apart from the rooms rich treasure he believes what is important would never be locked up but on the other hand dragons are possessive. “This orb will show you what you need.” “So there is no scroll?” “Dragons a private beings whatever rumors that are fabricated that are not threats, we don’t care for them.” “The orb reminds me a little bit of a literal cliché.” “Well, there are a few truths in human mythology.” “You mean mythology written by humans.” “If you wish to put it that way, yes.” * “What do I do?” “Touch it and breath, calm your mind.” “Okay that sounds easy.”

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.