Eastern And Western Dragons Novels & Stories

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

This dragon was enormous, and more importantly, he emitted an extremely powerful aura. This aura instantly enveloped everyone present, creating an indescribable sense of oppression. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the arena all assumed attack postures. This was none other than Dragon Prince's second uncle, Western Draking. Although these shrimp soldiers and crab generals were no match for Western Draking, they could not retreat. They could only continue to stand in the forefront. "Don't carry such hostility. After all, I came without any malicious intent this time around," Western Draking said in a deep voice.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

Li Tan concluded while being noticed not blinking eyes from the son. ++++++ There are five Empires on Longwu Continent, where all lords are experts in cultivating Nebula energy. First is the Drakonia Empire in the West, a foreign country ruled by a royal family closely related to the legendary creature, the Dragon. It is said that they are descendants of the dragon race. Two. The Solar Empire in the East, where a sect of fire elemental control mages reigns supreme. Emperor Solary is nothing more than a puppet, and witches are the ones who control this country.

He flew into a rage, rushing toward the two giant dragons. Doug and Janice appeared simultaneously, but they were clearly restrained. They were both enveloped in colorful light, indicating they had recently ascended. Hector was taken aback and quickly changed his tone. "Let Winston go, and everything will be fine. I'll even help you break through to become earthbound immortals!" He clearly lacked confidence in dealing with Doug and the others and was willing to accept any conditions to save Winston. Doug laughed and said, "Have you ever seen shamans transform into earthbound immortals? Those are the dragons of the Python family from the northeast."

I can always kill him later if I need to. He bows deeply before taking his place kneeling before me, his eyes looking at my feet. “We've had a scattering of accounts coming from the west. They claim that a giant earth dragon is heading this way. Some say he has burning scales that glow from within as if he has swallowed a star and…”

For the few days we have been here, I have kept to myself and did not speak to anyone, not even to my men, neither have I contributed to whatever was said. There was a war between the Dragon Lords and Rider Kings. The Dragon Lords claimed that the Rider Kings, with flying beasts, use their routes when flying and dragons dislike sharing their space.

Kate asked because she spoke only Filipino and English, unlike some of her classmates who had a hometown dialect. “Oh, it translates to something like: Our moon long ago, long ago… Was eaten by the Bakunawa… Please have pity, return it, return it… The crown of our king.” Kate was enthralled because, like most Filipino kids, she was more familiar with European dragons such as Smaug in LOTR, Hagrid’s Norbert, and of course Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion of Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons. There was also Shenron in Dragonball but she had long ago figured out that oriental dragons were more elongated and far more benevolent and auspicious than their western cousins. Lastly, there were Recca's eigh

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab