Dragon Lord Placidusax Lore Novels & Stories

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

I hope I can summon the two now, then let's try, come forth DURANDAL AND EXDELDURAL! Then the 2 swords appeared and taso grab them in his two hands, and then he puts his the face on the swords saying. Yes! I love you my swords, thank you it worked. And then taso changes his personality back to normal. Ok, then let's try using the first fragment and yeah I completely forgot I need to know what is my MANA right now, use skill mana sense. Then taso calculated his mana. So my MANA is only 231,432 it's super low compared to zeronity, enough of the Mana use demigod fragment ELEMENTAL MAGIC LIGHTNING GOD SPEAR.

18 dragons took form around him and began circling the sky, roaring in the bliss of being set free. Azure Dragon Elder got his name from his talent. Azure Dragon Deathmatch, 18 Dragons lived in his body, they were all mana with a pseudo-conciousness attached. The dragons knew who their enemy was and went after her the moment they came into the world. Verra was locked in close combat with Milton while the dragons were owning in on her. She used the liquid lighting as a coating for her gauntlets and armor. Every time she clashed with Milton's axe or gave a blow to his body, the lightning would numb his skin or the electricity would travel up his axe and numb his hand. A bit of numbness could n

“Lady Elara, forgive us. We were rude.” Liora understood the danger before Lucian did. She caught the sleeve of the noble nearest her and raised her voice. “He may have some power, but the Supreme Dragonlord and his wife are beyond every noble house on this continent. How could they be these people? Do not rush to flatter the wrong ones.” The room hesitated. Lucian had nearly believed the truth. Liora’s words gave him a way out. Kael Drakon ruled the continent. In Lucian’s mind, such a man could not have chosen the woman he had once abandoned outside a burning gate.

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

I like that she wanted to make one of the dragons feel good about himself. ‘Yes,” she says, then sighs. ‘He’s not though.’ ‘What? Why would you say that?’ I ask. ‘He’s a silver who doesn’t believe in himself. That’s the trait of a bronze or a green, not a silver.’ ‘How do you know so much about dragons when you were just born today?’ I ask. She looks at me. ‘I guess you could say it’s in our blood. We pass knowledge from generation to generation. I know everything that Ylys knows up to the point where my egg was laid. Anything she learned after that, I’ll have to learn.’

Dozens of our people, human survivors, Lycan refugees, and even some Fae, were bound by glowing chains, suspended over the vortex. Their bodies were pale and limp, their muffled cries barely audible over the roar of the power, but they were undeniably alive. Their life essence was being slowly, agonizingly sucked out of them, feeding the portal. Standing before the vortex, a colossal, terrifying figure commanded the space. It was not a man. It was not a Lycan. It was a Dragon. Its eyes burned with ancient, terrifying intelligence. Aethyros. The God of Ruin.

Corithias was excited and stood to his feet, flapping his wings that were now healed by her magical tears. Corithias now knew that God had not made a mistake. Alicia was indeed his true mate, his princess. She was not just a normal human being; she had a gift. He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess.

And brooding over all were the warlocks, with their blue lips and dread powers, seldom seen but much feared. She would have been lost without Xaro. The gold that she had squandered to open the doors of the Hall of a Thousand Thrones was largely a product of the merchant's generosity and quick wits. As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.