Dragon Games Apple White Novels & Stories

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

Xanthakos sent Yiulia away and said, “Let me introduce them to you. The first dish is called steamed Ancestral Dragon. It’s made from the tender meat of the Ancestral Dragon, slowly steamed with Nothingness Path Flames.” James’ brows furrowed at his words. ‘Ancestral Dragon? Is that Yrian from the Dark World’s Yin’s Void? Did Xanthakos kill him?’ After scanning the dish on the table, James sensed Yrian’s aura from it. ‘Damn it. Xanthakos really is a vicious and insidious being!’ Seeing James’ silence, Xanthakos laughed, “The second dish is braised bull. It’s meat from the first-ever green bull to exist. It’s a rare delicacy.”

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

"Because I don't want any kind of conflicts between our kingdoms in the future, at least not because of me. Though I have not seen how close you and my mother were, I have heard ample stories from my father. And he understands your anger as well as he also blames himself for my mother's death. And it's not a big deal telling you about me as the others might not know about the existence of the white dragon and the unfinished war but all the Kings and Queens from all the kingdoms know about it. So by reviling my identity, I am just giving a face to the information you already know" Lea answered.

My lungs were still burning, my heart still pounding, and he looked like someone had just handed him the secret to immortality or a lottery ticket. “Oh, Kahlan,” he breathed, stepping closer. “Do you know what we just saw?” “No,” I snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.” He didn’t even flinch at my tone. He lifted a hand and gestured animatedly, already sliding into full history-teacher mode. “That image was not just a dragon. It was a projection of the Asterion Dragon. A species believed to be extinct for thousands of years. There has been no recorded sighting, no confirmed remains. Up untill now it was just legends only. My colleagues will lose their minds when they hear this.”

I quizzed. “The drug isn’t pure Wolfsbane like the one you had, child,” Dy softly replied. “The drug is prepared after mixing crushed bones of dragons in it,” he revealed. “That’s so gross !” I exclaimed. “The saddest part is that these men have resorted to kidnapping and even dragons in Dragon Land are not safe !” he disclosed. “Let me go to Dragon Land then,” I simply said. “No way am I sending you again on this mission,” Dy firmly said.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

*** Sereia's POV *** The golden plasma moat was holding the perimeter, but the real-time diagnostic logs inside my head were flashing a severe warning. System Error: Node Alpha entering critical thermal limits. Core temperature: Red-lining at 104%. Biological hardware degradation imminent. I stood on the command deck of the White Mane Estate, my golden eyes locked onto Xander. He was still standing at the edge of the balcony, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck looked like taut steel cables. The golden-red draconic energy was violently swirling around his massive frame, but underneath his white fur, his skin was flushed a dangerous, feverish crimson.

- He replied slowly, and Callista grabbed his hand. - Tell me now!- She squeezed it. Kylan glanced at her. - It was nothing special, not compared to the Dragon King. It was some average-sized dragon. The witch looked at him again. - Anything else? What color was it? Kylan stayed quiet for a while. - It was a white, plain white dragon. Callista watched him with her lips parted. - Come again?