Novel & Cerita Dragon Heart

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

In dark window less extensively large chamber, King Erlenduris was busy conducting some ritual with his five disciples, it was dark room but was entirely illuminated by several torch lamp that were set up on walls of their surroundings, there was a big circular water pool in-between this room, King five disciples who were full wearing body covering green cloak had surrounded this pool in circle… King Erlenduris on other hand was standing naked in middle of this pool with his hand wide open and head thrown back and eyes shut closed, King and his all five disciples were busy chanting some spells. Jasmine was trying hard to figure out what was happening when she spotted Draco lying unconsciou

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

Sadness welled up in his chest. Draco jumped, his feet hitting the wall, then he skidded through the air, dodging the attack of the skeleton dragon's fiercely spinning tail. On the skeleton dragon's chest encased in bones that were harder than steel was a large golden gem that pulsed and shone brightly. Its shape resembled a giant golden heart and beats full of the rhythm of life. Thump! Thump! Thump!

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

Instantly, a powerful pressure full of ferocious aura surged from the iron box! The iron box also shook violently with a loud clanging sound. Roger raised his hand and pressed it in the air! The iron box went quiet. Then, the iron box was opened. Inside was a pure black stone that looked like a heart. It was flickering with red and black lights. “Dragon Heart!” Christian shouted and took immediate action, grabbing the Dragon Heart inside the box with one hand! “How dare you?!” Roger roared and struck out with his palm that carried the might of lightning, giving a blast that went straight for Christian’s stomach!

It was a sigil. Round, but malformed. Spilling out into writing I didn’t know, splintered by decay. At the center was a symbol that crawled at something deep in my neck, two dragons, one consuming the other, locked in an endless cycle of blooming thorns. I didn’t know it. But I knew it. Knew it by memory stolen from my bones. “Draven.” His boots were by my side before my boots touched the ground. He didn’t ask what I had discovered. Didn’t need to. He stared.

Unconsciously, his hand slapped to his chest. He gripped the ancient family heirloom dangling from his neck. A long, thick rope chain with a yellow diamond—a replicate of a miniature version of a dragon egg—rested at the center of his chest. The chain had been a gift from his father at birth. Unlike most diamonds, the one from the Dragos house was shaped in the form of a dragon’s eye. He gasped as the shift to his animal swept through him. It had been so long—months—since he’d woken. The dragon had finally reappeared.

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. 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."