Dragon Talisman Novels & Stories

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Two conflicting lights churned within the talisman, endlessly clashing yet maintaining a delicate balance. Two conflicting lights churned within the talisman, endlessly clashing yet maintaining a delicate balance. This was the Dual-Spirit Talisman—Aria's former life artifact. It housed two opposing spirits—the Celestial Spirit, pure and radiant, calling forth righteous power; and the Demonic Spirit, vicious and destructive, commanding darkness. In the hands of a virtuous person, the Celestial Spirit would rise and suppress the Demonic Spirit, unleashing a sacred force that could enlighten all beings and protect the wielder's homeland's fortune.

“No. Umm, and I don’t have a way to pay for them either.” “Oh, sweetheart, we’re dragons. You have so much to learn about how you are now, but just know that dragons collect treasure. There is no need for money here. Between the four elemental dragons and probably Ancalagon as well, I’m sure we could build fully stocked castles if we wanted to.” “What kind of treasures?” I ask her. She reaches out her hand as if she’s feeling for something in the air, and then she closes her eyes. I feel the ground wobble a bit underneath my feet before the ground opens up and a beautiful pearl is pushed up by a small water spout.

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?!"

Immediately, Jasmine drew out a talisman from the pocket of her jacket. "I had this made by a Chinese man from Douala. He made just two. This one, and the other can only be gotten by me or someone who gets directions from me. Whoever will ever show up hereto get Mars, Eneh please, if they don't have the other talisman, protect my son. Don't let them get him." "You really put action into this," Eneh, grabbing the metal from Jasmine and staring at it, plunged it into her pocket, "You're giving me thriller movies vibes now my dear friend." Jasmine smiled. The sincerest she's been able to pull off in a while.

Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady. — Mor, mor, have you seen like me, my runes that were there? he asked eagerly. — Runes? — Yes, runes ... I wrote runes on the floor and they have ... —… been accepted, answered the old lady calmly. Ragnar stopped and looked at the old lady. She had her back arched, wore a modest cape, tapering in places. Her cape covered her face and he could only see her mouth whose lips seemed to have been blackened. An amulet hung from her neck. She was leaning on a staff she was holding with both hands, and Ragnar soon realized that her hands were shaking. The old woman must have walked for a long time, he told himself.

As for Cernunnos, well let's just say he was often seen hunting Flidais Arvin gestured to the matrons who each withdrew talismans I hadn’t realized they had concealed under their robes. A man stepped forward and handed each a pointed staff which they set their respective talisman on and held aloft. Cassandra held a golden crescent moon, at its final wane. Endora held up a solid reflective disc, a full moon. Selene then hoisted a waxing crescent moon on pure silver, fuller than Cassandra’s waning crescent. The symbolism of the tri-mother, the three matrons in various stages of life was powerful. I noticed that only Selene’s talisman looked to be true silver. Endora’s was more of a mirror that

“I’m so sorry you found out this way. We were trying to wait as long as possible for the twins sake.” “What am I? If I’m surrounded my all these magical creatures then I must not be human.” “You are a dragon. Specifically the last silver dragon.” “I’m a what? How?” “The birth mark on your shoulder is actually a seal. When you were just a baby your father, Daniel, sealed off your powers.” “Why?”

Caleb caught the tail mid-swing, spun his body, and used the creature’s own momentum to slam it face-first into the rock. It was brutal. It was efficient. It was the fighting style of a machine, executed with the passion of a wolf. "Scarlett, now!" Caleb shouted, pinning the thrashing dragon to the ground. "The Core is in its chest! Break the seal!" Scarlett didn't hesitate. she bit her finger, drew a Spirit-Blade Talisman in the air, and launched it down into the crater. The golden sigil flew like a guided missile, striking the corrupted runes on the creature’s chest.

Then he reaches into his cloak. I shift silently onto the stone balcony just outside the chamber window. Through the glass I see him withdraw a small stone. The same kind Malrec used. A communication artifact. The moment he presses his thumb against its surface, faint runes begin to glow. My patience ends. I push the door open. Darion spins around. Shock flashes across his face. “Prince Kaelith—” I close the distance between us before he can finish the sentence. My hand slams against the table beside him, knocking the glowing stone from his grasp.