Dragon Heart の小説・ストーリー

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

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.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“It holds magic—usually trace amounts. Yours is full. Burning. That’s not normal.” Her fingers hovered over the crystal. “Then what does it mean?” “It means you’re not human,” he said. “Not entirely.” Rowan blinked. “Excuse me?” Kai exhaled slowly, like he didn’t want to say it but had no choice. “Once every thousand years, a girl is born with what they call the Dragonheart. It’s raw, ancient fire. Untamed. She doesn’t come from a bloodline. She doesn’t inherit it. It just… appears. In her.”

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

Imprisoned in the egg was the Dragon God, forever trapped within a shell made of pure Adamantine, the toughest and rarest mineral. But in the heart of every man burns a fierce desire to seize more power than what is permitted. The same tragic story holds for the Egg of the Dragon God. More than any territory, metal, or relic, the beast held captive by the egg promises domination of all the other clans. Much blood has been shed to guard it, and countless lives have been lost in adventures to claim it for one’s own.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,