Novel & Cerita Dragon Heart

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

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

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.

Letting go of the necklace, I wrapped my hand around his throat, giving it a sharp squeeze. Sin leaned back, his full lips swollen from my kisses. His silver eyes slitted, teeth were in sharp points. There was nothing human in the way that he looked at me. That was okay. I knew that if I looked over at the mirror above the dresser. My eyes would be the deep obsidian of my dragon.

Kaelin tried next (arrow of pure winterbloom straight at his heart). It melted mid-air. Rhea threw a vial of dragon’s blood (last one in the kingdom). Caedrin caught it, drank it, and smiled with teeth made of starlight. “Your resistance is delicious,” he purred. “But the harvest is almost complete. In moments I will wear their bond like a crown, and every wolf on this continent will kneel or burn.” Serna spat blood, pushed up on shaking arms. “You forgot one thing, you ancient prick.”

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

Rydstorm placed his fork down, "maybe, what is your father's name?" "Lucian Murdoch, but he gave me a book with the name Nightwing on it." Catori informed. Rydstorm opened his mouth, then closed it. "Sorry, I shouldn't be saying all this." Catori apologised. "No, it's just that I haven't heard the name Nightwing in a while. He was one of the most exalted dragons'" Rydstorm said. "So you are a dragon." Catori sounded excited. Rydstorm rubbed at his chin while watching Catori intently.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.