Romans & histoires Dragon Evil

To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will. And still, no dragon emerged. So when he had heard the telltale roars of a living, breathing dragon, that day in the Badlands - Albrecht had known his miasma would provide no defense against one of the greatest, unspeakable powers in existence. “Coward,” Elton spits. His head slams violently against the table in the next moment, hard enough to crack the wood. Crimson Blood spills from the corner of his lip.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

"It's not that you can't hurt him. I can't hurt him either. The most I can do is to make them submit to me!" Hugo sighed and said, "Actually, Devoras aren't one of the nine sons of the dragon. They are elves who have been nurtured by Dragon Energy. As long as Dragon Energy exists, Devoras won't die!" Realization dawned on Sebastian. No wonder Hugo admitted that he couldn't kill Devoras either. "However, elves like them are just burdens, so I decided to let you reap the benefits. However, you must find a way to revive your blood essence as soon as possible," Hugo said.

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

Doc Everett is pulling himself away from his microscope that he’s been looking at long enough to have rings around his eyes. “Ancalagon,” he says, and the frustrated way that he says it lets me know that he still hasn’t found a way to fix my broken DNA. At least it’s stopped deteriorating. I may not care as much now, but I know if my humanity had snapped, my father and the other elemental dragons would have been forced to kill me. I’m too powerful and could literally destroy this world.

"He taught the younger dragon all about how pleasure can come from the pain. Taught the younger dragon how to crave it, how to need it so badly that he couldn't control his dragon without it." I sucked in a breath as he scooted back motioning for me to stand up, his hand moving over the curves of my hips. The slight bulge of my stomach, "One day the older dragon met a devil, and he decided he wanted another pet. By this time though, the older dragon had woman with him. She was beautiful and the young dragon was very taken with her."

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y