Dragonhunter Viola の小説・ストーリー

"Dragon Flesh" a gruff voice spoke, the sound carrying through the night At the edge of the Centaur border, a young woman lay crumpled in the dirt, her black and green hair tangled, her body curled as though even the earth had cast her aside. Green scales shimmered faintly at her throat and shoulders. Betrayal of the truth she tried to hide. Valia. Daughter of dragons. Huthra’vor. "This one was found in our lands. A gift from the gods I say" a collective guffaw of greedy laughter followed the declaration. She could hear the slap of their tongues against their lips.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

I still can't believe Chynna, Is she allowed to lie to her patients? Aggravated, I walk to the couch, flip my laptop open, I click her name, and call unable to stop myself. It rings for a bit, and I begin to doubt her answering, how foolish of me to call her at this hour, she has a child, she's probabaly tir - "Viola." I still, I called, but still shocked. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I smile. She looks beautiful, peaceful even. "Fiona." I say with a gentle smile and an aching heart.

I asked Abeloth. “Are you asking for my help?” he asked me. “Fine, I’ll slay this dragon all on my own,” I said as I pulled the knife out and grabbed the dragon’s horn. I swung myself over the dragon’s head as he tried to bite onto me and stuck the knife deep in his neck and pulled down on my weight. The knife’s blade started cutting through the dragon’s thick skin and when I reached his most vulnerable place where his chest and neck met, I pulled the knife out.

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

“Well then I hope to be celebrating their mating ceremony soon. As I said before Luna Alma you will find that we have no issues with Viola, or your pack. I am actually hoping that this will help strengthen our bonds, and we would welcome her with open arms here.” A smile broke out upon Alma’s face at my words. “Luna Daphne you cannot possibly fathom how much I appreciate your kind words. I have been worried for Hawk as well as our pack since Hawk declared Viola his destined mate. She is truly a lovely, wonderful woman, with a kind heart and a pure soul.” “If she is as you say then why are you worried about their union?” Scarlett posed the question to Alma, but I already knew the answer. “She

I joined his side, “The Muses probably saw how devoted your family was to their music that they decided to grant you a position among them.” He blinked and hurried back over to the shelf, “Wait. That logic could apply to you as well.” “Meaning?” I sat on the window seat. He pulled out another thick book and brought it over to me, “Ser Struan probably saw something in you or your music and found you worthy of him.” “But I get sick every time I play perfectly,” I shook my head. He set the book in my lap, “Yes and you also can’t hear the notes you play, Ser Struan is the Muse of Soundless Harmony, remember? Perhaps he felt your illness and decided to release you of your pain.”

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

I feel the substance lift from within me and come out through my mouth. I feel him first,his rage twinning with mine,as flames lick at my skin like a lover. “Hello little one.” My dragon's voice rings in my ear.

He signaled for a staff member to help clean up as he grabbed their bags, and they left hand-in-hand. Viola Back in the VIP firing range, Victor was concentrated on Violet as she moved like a femme fatale—running, hiding, and shooting with heavy weapons. She moved easily in her skater skirt, looking both sexy and dangerous. His ears started ringing despite his earplugs. He removed them and held his head as flashes of war memories began to play. He saw them serving under the Dragon Empire; she was his girlfriend, the only one who truly understood him. She finished her round when she noticed him struggling. She set her gun down safely and reached for his face.