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Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him. And the mages this time must have remembered their past mistakes and made him undetectable so that the Prophets could not spot him until he was strong enough to defend himself... Just the fact that the golden dragon was on Astoria, which was a world in the intermediate plane of existence, showed how careful the humans had been.

My eyes widened as I saw sparks. Fire. “Fiona,” Clyde said warningly and tried to come nearer but my sight went up in red flames as she directed it towards him. I knew dragons were immune to fire but only in their dragon form. In human form, I don’t know if they could survive.

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

He spoke in a deep, throaty voice, his words rumbling from his chest. “D—dragons?” she turned her face to look at him, terrified. “I—I am scared.” When his gaze met hers for the first time, he said, “Don’t be afraid.” It was a beautiful emerald green and all-consuming. Her breath hitched despite her tension. Meryl pulled her gaze away from him and focused in the front. She was sure they were taking her to eat her away. She looked at the dragon and was captivated by his strong muscled body and iridescent scales that glinted off the light.

With only Excalibur in hand and its miraculous scabbard Avalon, she has set upon a journey to track down the dragon Vortigern and the last village she has been to pointed her to this castle. She was greeted with a very warm welcome in a very literal sense. When she burst through the gate a river of lava surrounded her which prevented her from advancing further into his domain yet she did not despair and looked for a way to cross the fiery moat. Once inside, goblins and gargoyles tried intercepting her but they were easily cut down by her excellent combat abilities. Currently, she is traversing the piles of gold to find the beast, tripping on his gold now and again. Dragons are known to be gr

He fell to the floor and howled in pain. I stalked him and waited for him to get up. He got up but instead of charging towards me, he ran towards the door. I ran after him, grabbed him on the tail with my mouth, which I know wolves hate with passion, then, I threw him opposite our house but not too close to the barrier. I raised my arm, releasing my dragon fire. I surrounded him with fire. It glowed red, just like my hair. I was planning on covering him with fire, then, I would use a spell that would make him disappear and maybe, appear in school. But before I could do that, I heard a voice scream,

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

He looked into its eyes and they held the promise of a lot of things the dragon had seen in his lifetime. Their eyes locked for a while, and the dragon's irises changed from the usually dark-coloured eyes to a fiery golden brown. Dragomir could recognize that look anywhere, he was one too familiar with it, so when the dragon lowered its head till it's large head was inches away from his face. He knew what was next and so he had to act fast. ‘What’s your name?', he questioned in his head. The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth.

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo