Dragonsteel Prime Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

Azura POV- Some would argue that fate was a beautiful thing and should be cherished. Yet, what happens when that fate marks a target on your back? My name is Azura Chasm, I am the keeper of the Dragon Stone, and this is my story… Looking at the email I just received, I was having a grim time breathing. For years I have been trying to find a publishing company that would accept my work and my demands. Now a publisher was interested in me and not only that, but the owner of the company was also my favorite author.

Adam. His red dragon lit up the area, the snow falling from his head. He had been watching the entire time if the snow had built up so fall off his horns. I had hoped he had not seen or smelled Odessa before she ran off. “Bravo,” his dragon spoke. His voice did not rumble as mine. It was smooth and slick, like the true snake he was. “I see you are taking your position of protecting the tribe more seriously.”

“Our halls resound with tales of his prowess on the battlefield.” “Embellished, I am sure,” Aurien replied mildly. “Minimally,” Alaren replied with humour. “We have General Gresthak of course, for fact checking.” Aurien snorted. “A reliable source.” The prince laughed. “I would enjoy hearing your version,” he told my dragon. “If the opportunity presents,” Aurien agreed. “Valsaurienkachelial can spin a tale to make your hair curl,” King Sterin announced. “It is a dragon trait.”

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

It wasn't the reflection of the lamplight, Drake's eyes had completely changed color and were shining. "Us? What do you mean?" “Why would the Dark Elves want you? Why did the Moon Goddess bless you? And obviously... How did you get the dragon mark? We have a lot to talk about, June," Drake replied. “Moon Goddess? Dragon mark? Please explain! I don't understand a single thing you're talking about!” exclaimed June frustrated. Drake suddenly stood straight in front of June. "Let me show you," said Drake. Suddenly Drake's eyes turned golden, his handsome face turned into golden scales that covered most of his face down to his neck. Drake took off his shirt and how surprised June was when he saw

A symphony of sounds surrounded me — the rhythmic clinking of metalware, the lively calls of vendors promoting their products, and the laughter of patrons haggling for the best deals. Amid the vibrant cacophony, a gentle yet persuasive voice rose above the rest like a melodic refrain. "This would look lovely on you, my dear." Intrigued, I turned to face the source, discovering an elderly woman with a presence that transcended the bustling marketplace. The stall she managed was a veritable treasure trove, adorned with a dazzling array of beautiful jewelry. Diamonds sparkled like captured starlight, and gemstones winked with a rainbow of colors. The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that sp

“This giant dragon is the only thing anyone is talking about. There have been refugees filtering in all morning from the west, each with a terrifying account of barely escaping his blaze of fury when their town was destroyed. There are so many first-hand accounts that there would be no way to silence them all. Quite a few people are coming from the front insisting this monster drake is Prince Primus himself, risen from the ashes, back from the land of the dead to reclaim his place as king." The room grows very silent as I stand there, staring at this drake and considering my options. When he realizes that one of those options might be killing everyone within the castle walls to keep the sec