Novel & Cerita Dragon's Soul

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Complicated creatures, dragons, I think to myself. As I reminisce, we had made our way down to the dragon den and came up to Ying. The majestic animal has only grown again since last I saw him, his sheer size a site to behold! His majesty left everybody who ever saw him in awe. Kal himself made Ying, a very long time ago, in fact at the dawn of time. Second in size only to Kal, Ying’s glistening scales looked almost like gold, but with this green, almost emerald hue to him. His deep green eyes studied me carefully and I fought with all I had to keep him out of my thoughts. Dragons and dragon magic are highly dangerous, even to the creatures like me. One of their traits was mind control, and

Staring at her blankly, I waited for her to continue explaining it to me. “Let me put it this way. Your souls are connected. You will feel each other and be drawn to each other no matter how much you resist. Since you tried to kill yourself, Cyran thought that by making you his mate, you won’t try it again. You see, if you do kill yourself, you will be killing him as well. If he dies, you will die also. Just as I told you yesterday, once mated to a Dragon, you will be connected to each other.” I still didn’t fully grasp the concept, but I decided that I would let it be for now. I somewhat understood what she was saying. I wrote fantasy novels about Dragons. Kellan’s words about my book being

He said with so much anger in his eyes. "Seraphina, we don't need these dragons, let's kill him and leave this place." Lord Malakar said with frustration in his eyes. "No! I need this dragon. This beast by my side will make our quest for domination easier." I said to him. "The dragons only answer to souls that are pure. Your soul is full of resentment. It will never allow you to ride on its back or give it any command." He had a point. As much as it hurts me to think about it, I needed to find a way out of the situation. These dragons need to obey me whether they liked it or not.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

“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.”

Kael Black, the future king of the dragons, hates me, Sage Varkas, princess of the Werewolves. At least that's what I used to think until I started to notice how he only ever irritated me, but never hurt me. He was always there when I was in trouble. I started to understand why he never allowed other guys to approach me. Slowly, our fights felt like foreplay. His touch started to make my skin hot. But his hot and cold attitude started to make me confused until I found out why. Turned out he is my Mate. A mate who had been keeping me in the dark for ages. A mate who stood there while I was holding myself responsible for something that is not entirely mine to bear. When the lies and deception

Although his face is really calm at the moment, the red flame coming out of his body is reassuring everyone that he’s very angry at the moment. The blonde haired guy holds himself back from arguing. But he seems furious too and he can barely hold it inside him since dragons are rageous creatures. But then the blue haired man pats him on the shoulder which calms him down a little. A soft smile appears on his face as he looks down at the glossy and watery floor. Seeing his reflection on the water he realises that it’s not a new face he’s seeing. For centuries, the seven dragons are stuck in this infinite labyrinth. Although they are dead, their souls are stuck here because of their tremendous

He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael. A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room. Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most likely deliriously drunk. "What did you find out?" His voice slurred out. He didn't bother turning to look at Summer as he spoke instead choosing to lift his drink to his lips. Summer let out a long sigh, "we have a mole." Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so.

, exterminating us and bounding the rest of us to her creations she deemed strong enough to match us and control us. Putting a leash on creatures of freedom. The ultimate punishment." The spite in her tone made me wince. I had my opinions on the matter but I kept them to myself. "In binding us to these bodies, she decided that it was not enough. We needed something stronger to balance all that power and strength, lest we destroy ourselves and the bodies in our violence. She created bonds that linked souls to each other. Giving us partners of equal strength. Partners that could handle us and we could handle in return. Of course, that was where the wench got the idea of mates.