Dragonsteel Prime Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.

I whisper. The wind moves through the trees, carrying a chill that has nothing to do with the night air. That night, the dream comes again, sharper than before. I’m standing in a cavern so massive I can’t see the ceiling. Chains thicker than my body stretch across the space, pinning a colossal dragon to the stone floor. Its scales are black as midnight, but they shimmer with veins of molten gold. Its eyes are ancient and burning and lock onto me. Rhea. The voice isn’t sound, it’s in my bones. I take a step forward without meaning to.

A deafening crack split the air. Lyra’s gaze snapped upward just in time to see the ancient structure shudder, its stone crumbling, its walls splitting apart. And from its depths, something moved. A shape burst free from the ruins - a monstrous, winged form, rising into the storm-dark sky. Its wings unfurled, blotting out the stars, its scales reflecting the crimson lightning flashing around it. Ekreth. The dragon had awoken. A roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath them. The storm raged above, red lightning striking the ruined castle as Ekreth soared higher, his massive form illuminated against the black sky.

He walked toward the Flood Dragon step by step, and every step shook the Flood Dragon to its core, making it unable to move: "I heard you, a god, have been living pretty well here?" Flood Dragon shuddered again, and the gold coins it was biting fell out. There were not only some white bones in its cave, but also countless gold, silver, and jewels. Black Snake really looked jealous, and with Carl by his side, he spoke even louder: "Didn't you hear the boss asking you something? Weren't you just shouting about killing the boss? Why are you acting like a mute now?"

“Didn’t even take to the sky. She walked in her dragon form. Flames followed her footprints, as if the ground itself had wanted to burn for her. The warlord laughed, said she’d come to die. Then she opened her mouth and roared—not a sound, a force. It split the clouds. The intensity of her first breath took his army. The second, his wings. By the third, he was begging to end it.” Silence. The men stared into the crackling fire, hearing ghosts in its hiss. “Red dragons,” whispered the barkeep, “they say their hearts beat with molten rage. Every pulse is war.” The hunter nodded slowly. “And hers worse than any other you'd encounter." "Hope never to encounter one in its rage" The young boy besi

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

The voice in my ear can barely be heard over the sound he makes. “Use it Xander. Breathe. Dragon. Use the love you have to replace the love you lost” Derrick screams. The words barely make since to me but apparently my dragon understands completely. I watch as he pushes to his feet as he continues to release the golden flames without the roar.

“Handle Chase.” My jaw clenches violently. “I want Crane to watch his son, his only heir, destroyed.” Silence falls again, heavy, dangerous. Then Timothy slowly rises from his chair. And the smile that spreads across his face is enough to make even hell itself tremble. “Then perhaps,” he says quietly, “It is time Chase Olympus learns what happens to men who steal from gods.” My fingers tighten around my cigar. And for the first time tonight, satisfaction melts slowly through the fury burning inside me.