Dragon Soul Not Absorbing Novels & Stories

After which, he laughed bitterly and helplessly, "That's true!" "Actually, based on what you said, it seems like this Amethyst Spiritual Liquid is of no use to me, either!" Because he was in the form of a soul, he didn't have a physical body at all. To him, the healing properties of the Amethyst Spirit Liquid were nothing at all. "Useless?" Right at this moment, the Dragon Spirit Divine Sword started to tremble violently, expressing its dissatisfaction. "Little Master, don't underestimate the Amethyst Spiritual Liquid!"

Kiran's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Was it the Dessler family that did this to you?" "There's no time for that now. Listen carefully to what I say…" The elder coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth. Kiran quickly channeled his internal energy into the elder, stabilizing him a bit. "The power of the Dragon Vein in you lacks the Dragon Soul. That power is in Jade Dragon Mountain, within your mother. If you can absorb it, you will become truly powerful," the elder explained. Kiran was surprised to learn that the Dragon Soul was within his mother.

“You will not be frightened?” She smiled and shook her head, making a point to stand tall and steady to prove that she was being truthful. “Here goes,” Tristan whispered as he closed his eyes and focused on shifting from a man to a dragon. Chloe squeezed Lizzy’s hand while she watched the transformation take place. He was almost fully dragon when his body returned to a man again. The look on his face was of sheer disappointment. “It’s a good thing no one else trusted the antidote,” Lizzy said as she produced the second syringe. “I think the dose was too mild for such a fine specimen of manhood. The second dose should do the trick.”

Alfie said. "Indeed, we're short-handed. If only we had assistance. However, when it comes to containing ghostly energy, the Draco Veinergy from the Dragonslayer Emerald Seal would be most effective. Regrettably, we're unable to utilize the seal or harness its power. What's more, the Draco Veinergy has been entirely supplanted by the ghostly aura. We're in a tight spot now," Adrian replied.

This isn’t enough! Then find it where you must! the old woman screamed back, and for the first time, Anzi thought she detected uncertainty in the voice that echoed in her mind. But she couldn’t doubt now. She had to keep going, keep going and never stop— There! Gathered between the sands were the crystallized remains of Ash’s Druid magic, and even though they were but residue, power was power and she needed every ounce before her own crumbled. She dived toward the ground, her dragon self, and crashed into the desert. But she didn’t crash at all. Still incorporeal—even more so than she had been in the beginning now that her strength was already beginning to fade, her spectral body simply sank

"He drained himself dry to get us clear of the blast." Saoirse placed her hands on Tristan’s chest. "I can fix it," she whispered. "I can refill him." She pushed. She offered her magic. But the bond felt... blocked. It felt like pushing water against a wall of glass. "It’s not working," she panicked. "He’s not taking it. Why isn't he taking it?" "Because he’s full," Zephyr said, her voice raspy. She crawled over. "Look at him, Princess. He didn't just drain himself. He absorbed the feedback from the explosion."

Her face looks pale after destroying that block of wood. “Just drink it,” Dorian replies in that commanding tone that always makes me want to rip his throat out. “It’s a strengthening formula. Your muscles and blood vessels still aren’t used to channeling large amounts of shadow aura. If you don’t drink this, the blood vessels in your eyes will burst during the next training session.” Maeve stares at the bottle uncertainly. “Don’t overthink it, Princess. We’re running out of time. You need this if you want to keep training,” Dorian presses, his voice sounding manipulative as hell to me. “Unless you want to become a dead weight when we attack your castle.”

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.” Jenny seemed to spiral into a whirlpool of thoughts. An intense disturbance brewed within her, as if Dragon’s words had touched something hidden deep within her soul. Yet Dragon gave her no time to dwell on her thoughts. He leaned closer, his gaze like f