Dragon Gir 소설 & 이야기

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

'' "Ok, but that still doesn't answer the type of dragon we are. Do you breathe fire? Or maybe you can control water.'' There was a laughing sound. ''You will find out when we bond, but just know that we are a force to be reckoned with.'' ''I wish you could explain more to me.'' ''Like what?'' ''Our parents.'' ''Nightwing was and still is the greatest dragon there is. There is yet to be any dragon to defeat him. Many have tried but failed. He is a cunning one, with his abilities to breathe fire, disappear in dark shadows, read minds and tell the future.'' Catori gasped, knowing that she had at least one of those abilities.

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

The pain was so strong. A few feet away Freja stood in shock, watching as Zarek, now a huge ass dragon, rolled around in the snow whimpering like a giant puppy. She had never seen a dragon of that size except when she killed the Elder Drake as a teen. Everything about his body was hard and sharp, designed to kill and maim. His scales were a beautiful amber color that shimmered under the sun, mesmerizing her momentarily. Sharp horns trailed from the top of his snout and down his head and back to where they ended at the tip of his long tail. Zarek’s body was sleek but bulky in the right places for protection, his toes wielding wicked sharp claws that tore up the dirt as he rolled around. She s

Darrion explained. Jai hummed. “So Aeronvein actually has a dragon?” Darrion nodded. “Yep. It’s a wind dragon. Lord Ventusien is the name.” Jai looked at him with slightly wide eyes. “Ah… That’s why I heard some people say Ventusien… So it’s the dragon’s name. Where does it live?”

My dad and I step into the clearing, in the garden area behind the events center. I feel the shift starting, before I even have time to get undressed. I hear my bones snapping and rearranging, and the pain is like nothing I've ever felt before. I scream and double over in pain. As I hit the grown on my knees, Crimson says, “It’s almost over, try and relax.” As I mentally roll my eyes the pain stops. I open my eyes, and what I see shocks me, my dragon stands 12 feet tall, and has a 6 foot long tail. Her scales are red with purple outlines around them, and she has large wings that reach a total of 8 feet across, when fully open. Her wings are purple with Red outlines, opposite of her scales. A

She sighs heavily, “hell, we don’t even know all that did happen yet.” I give her a weak smile, “I know, something big must have happened for my mother to shift.” She looks at me, “the roar,” her eyes widen, “that wasn’t a wolf Christov.” It’s not a question but a statement. I bite my bottom lip shaking my head, “no, she’s a dragon, a golden dragon, she’s rare and will only shift when it’s dire.” Her eyes go wide, “dire?” She pushes off me, “Christov, what would be dire for her to shift in front of so many people?”

she took a step towards Goyre, sidling past the best as she did so. “It is a dragon. I am sure you’ve heard of those.” Of course, she had. The soldiers talked about mysterious beasts and how many of them were conquered by past kings and great men of battle. She even saw pictures of them engraved in the records of Eyrotia but the ones she saw were either red or black and they were smaller compared to this one. “What sort of dragon is it?” By now she had gotten to Goyre and she took her seat on the chair the goddess conjured up for her but she kept a wary eye on the dragon.

repeated the woman, smiling softly. Draco's reflection on the lake's surface revealed dragon wings with a slight red tinge on their dark black wings. Small spots of silver, green, white color appeared a little part of the surface of the wings. “What is this? Why do my wings have colored spots?" Draco asked in surprise. "The color of your wings will look more beautiful when your strength is fully awakened," said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers.