Dragon Ears Novels & Stories

102 Far from Draynor, in the shrouded cavern where the Dawlya Council gathered, the air trembled with unstable threads of magic. Cracked stone glowed with violet runes as the surviving Circle Heads circled a scrying pool, its surface rippling with visions of Ashbarrie. And of Cain. The one they had begun to call the Wing of Fire. He was laughing softly, unaware, brushing a strand of hair behind Avi’s ear as they exited the training hall. His scent-mark burned bright around her, a possessive flare the Dawlya could feel through the tether they had failed to reclaim.

There is a poison that royal dragons have used in the past to kill enemies made from the crushed essence of those blossoms because of the slow, gentle nature by which it kills, creating madness first before eventually easing you into an early grave. She is a moon glow dragon, known by many as elves, and by the look of her, highborn. Like other full-blooded moon dragons, she is tall and willowy, wearing layers of thin fabric that billow around her as she moves. Her pointed ears are tall and wide, each one pierced no less than 10 times, each one connecting her to a child. I have eight similar piercings, one for each of my babies tucked safely away in the Celestial kingdom, and I touch them now

Gunther suggests. “Then he would know where to find her wouldn’t he?” “Maybe he can’t cross the border because a ward keeps him on his side?” “But his eyes are the same as Aurum’s. I think he’s related to her.” “For all we know all dragons have grey eyes with gold. We only know dragons have golden specks floating in their eyes. We know nothing about eye colour.” We get out of bed. Both too startled to fall asleep again. We shift and run through the forest. Gunther feasts on rabbits.

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away." Zector nodded. Despite his previous skepticism about dragons, recent rumors of a green dragon sighting in the new continent had started to sway his beliefs. Now, as he observed the contents of the metal box, his doubts began to fade. Inside the metal box was a bottle emitting a red light. The other two metal boxes contained various tools necessary for the treatment. Under the vigilant gaze of everyone present, Gunner carefully selected several silver needles and inserted them into various

Fire Dragons outnumbered Ice Dragons by a mile, and their clan was far stronger. Aithne never set foot inside, so she hadn’t a clue. I moved to step in, but it was already too late. Sure enough, the ruby earrings were fished right out of Aithne’s clothes. The whole place erupted. Parents rushed to the school and begged the Fire Dragon chieftain for mercy. But the chieftain wasn’t having any of it. She demanded Aithne come in person to the Fire Dragon territory and apologise, or the Ice Dragon clan would be in a world of trouble.

They leave their home so rarely that sightings of them flying by are exceptionally rare. And yet here I am, standing in front of one of them, about to marry her son. A bright white reflecting rainbows, her skin is opalescent, shifting hue as she turns her head from side to side. Much like Ona, her hair is midnight black, deeper than dark, a color that absorbs all the light around it, like liquid ink, that trails down her back and between her incredible wings that appear to be woven of starlight itself with translucent webbing that glows a faint blue. Her eyes burn with the same green fire as Primus’ but without the tints of brown that he has as an earth dragon. Like both of her children, her

I can't believe what I am looking at. ''It's a dragon!'' I say shocked. A big blue dragon in the same color as Gabriel's eyes emerges. It has shiny scales and sharp claws. On its tail, there are sharp dark blue spikes. The eyes are orange like a big burning sun. ''Noelle this is Dagahra my dragon,'' Gabriel says.

The image was raw, visceral, intensely painful. Slowly, agonizingly, he began to make sense of the memory, each detail slotting into place with brutal precision. His eyes, previously clouded with confusion, underwent a terrifying transformation, shifting from their natural hue to a blazing golden shade, the unmistakable manifestation of his dragon. He slowly raised his head, his gaze finding Eleanor, pinning her where she stood. Eleanor instinctively stepped back, recognizing those glowing, furious eyes as the dragon’s manifestation, a primal, terrifying power.

If there were other martial artists here, they would definitely be able to recognize that this sparkling snake-like object was a Dragonesque Elephant's Marrow! "The Dragonesque Elephant's Marrow is getting rarer and rarer. Moreover, there is not a single Dragon's Marrow in so many Dragonesque Elephant's bones!" The speaker crossed the void, and a sea-like apparition / phantom kept appearing behind him. His divine robe fluttered, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. It was Pride Peak's Dongfang Xiao!