Epic Of Ice Dragon Novels & Stories

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

The punishment for betraying us will be far worse than anything the vampires or wolves could ever do. As the dragon prince, I had additional magical abilities. My special gift is controlling the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth. My gift is something I can naturally do in both my human and dragon forms. I also can use spells, but it takes additional magic. I always took my magical abilities for granted. Never did I believe there would come the time where I needed to limit myself. Once I find the stone and take my rightful place on the throne, I will show the world my true limitless power. All will bow, and those that refuse will not have mercy. The night creatures we once allowed to exi

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

One wrong move may be the end of me. The dragon is still in its deep slumber as it continued absorbing the nearby essence, I look at its status once again. [Epic rank - Newborn Falak dragon] [Offspring of the Epic Rank Falak Dragon. Excels in speed and fast attacks. Also, have skills depending on the element of its mother. Element: Ice. Alignment: Light Status: Evolving] This made me gave a new idea. Can I spam the analysis on the Dragon and level up it up so that I can see more on the status?

The snowflake he stood on flashed once again, but this time, blasting out a blue beam above, devouring him with intense light energies. Arth’s eyes widened, seeing the light beam compressing and forming into a dragon’s head and neck, all made of blue energy. It screeched into the skies. Its neck was so long and still connected to the glowing snowflake on the floor, curving to move its enormous head beside the general. As Edric waved his sword, the dragon followed its movement. He made a wide swing upwards, causing the dragon to lunge towards the skies.

She let out a laugh. “Ice dragons were a stunning race. Unfortunately, they were already nearing extinct before the war. They were more of the aggressive type of races in the dragon world. But they were also the first to get attacked and slaughtered. He only survived because he was in the kingdom when the war started.” She explained. I looked up at her, not sure what to say. She gave me a sad smile.

“It is freezing! How can you even stand to hold it? And should it be that cold? Is that normal?” I glance down at the egg and say, “I believe so. Ice dragons are, as the name suggests, freezing.” I pause and sigh before adding, “though, honestly? I do not know. We men do not egg-sit, so to speak. And I certainly have never raised an ice dragon, let alone one of their eggs, so your guess is as good as mine. I hope that my mother will know what to do.”

It grew larger and took a shape. The crowd gasped. When I looked up, a dragon made of shimmering ice and frost was flying over the hall. Its wings spanned the width of the room. It did not have scales but had crystals that reflected the morning light. It let out a silent roar and the mist from its mouth felt like needles on my face. "A miracle!" An Elder cried. He stood up and pointed at the beast. "The Ice Dragon has returned! Malachi has summoned the spirit of the ancestors!"

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.