Dragon Soul Not Absorbing Novels & Stories

“Can I see them?” “How about . . . No. You don’t fit in that place. The dungeon is for filthy prisoners who are unable to reconcile and obey the wishes of a prince.” Drakaina's entire body seemed to heat up in response to what she heard. “What have you done to them? Don’t you dare touch any of your fingers or I swear to any devil walking in this world, I will kill you!” She’s holding a knife made of water in her left hand. Vincent looked at her hand when he noticed a strange noise in his ear. “You’re a water bender, but how?” He couldn’t believe of what he is seeing right now. It will be difficult for him to get the woman he wants to do what he wants to happen.

I wonder why. “Is it like a sheath?” I ask, looking at the item Tru holds. She nods, “Yes, but this material is more hygienic and thinner.” “Dragons do not spread illnesses to humans, and there is no chance of me getting you pregnant without the Dragon Stone. You do not need to worry about anything.” Tru doesn’t look convinced. “I can heal you if you do become ill.” Still, Tru seems unsure. “Give me your hands and close your eyes.” She does as I instructed. I take her hands in mine along with the gem and give her my memories.

“Right, you are. In order to successfully get past the first step, we need to look no further than the general’s tomb!” replied Finnley. “There’s an angelic root in there?” asked Gerald. “Negative. Angelic roots can’t exist on their own. They either have to be innate or planted using a special ingredient, and it’s just our luck that such an ingredient exists in the general’s tomb. The ingredient is the dragon spirit pearl, more commonly known as the dragon internal pellet! After consuming it, your body will change, and your Herculean Primordial Spirit will behave like an angelic root has been planted within it. If things go well, you’ll have succeeded in your first step in entering the Deitu

He looked at his solar crystal, which was cracked and dim from the effort. "I don't know," the healer admitted. "I can keep him alive. But this... this is soul-rot, General. I’ve never seen anything like it." Ashren released Drax’s shoulders. He stood up, towering over the bed. He looked at his hands; they were shaking. Not from fear, but from the adrenaline crash. "Keep him stable," Ashren ordered. "Whatever it takes." He grabbed my elbow. "Come on. You need to sit down before you fall down."

Or I hoped so anyway. If only I could see my mate or talk to him but something was stopping me from mind linking with him. It was like a block was up and no matter how I tried, it was exhausting. I felt for my precious locket and pressed it to my cheek with my eyes closed. I prayed to the moon goddess to help me.

With each breath, he absorbed the Primordium Pill's burst of spiritual energy, forcibly integrating it into his body. Smoke rose from his body, and his bones started cracking. For a fleeting moment, the sound of a dragon's roar seemed to come from within. Ashton's cultivation became visibly more powerful. As he watched Ashton's transformation, even Lawrence couldn't help but gulp. His face was a mixture of shock, awe, and then ecstatic joy. "Such a powerful display of the Drakeborne lineage. There's no way it's a diluted one. Could it be a kind of mutation?" he pondered.

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

Soheila was amused as she saw William making himself calm before closing his eyes for a minute. When he opened his eyes, nervousness was gone. Determination had overshadowed his eyes. He pull out his hands and put the herbs that were prepared for them all together. He used his spirit energy with his mental strength to control the herbs. Water droplets start flowing down from his forehead. Moonlight Advance pill is hard to refine, so it was understandable for William Drake to fail.

Now get out. The foreigner had no choice. He turned and left. Jorrell Caddle, the man in black robes, stepped into the room. "Sir, did the absorption not work?" Feran gave a slight nod. "The Dragonheart Pendant is no ordinary artifact. I think it has drakonic fortune within. Not only did I fail to absorb it, but the thing also drained some of my arcane power." "What?" Jorrell looked stunned. "Is the pendant that dangerous?"

Thomas confessed. “They found out that the old fart was planning to compete with them by hosting his own traditional medicine forum, so they sent me to deal with him. There’s a Ninjutsu from Skuira called Soul Absorption. It allows us to drain someone’s life force without them even realizing it.” Frederick’s eyes grew colder. He had originally intended to let the people from Medisphere Pharmaceuticals leave in defeat, but now, they weren’t going to walk away so easily. “Is there a way to reverse it?” Frederick asked sternly.