Novel & Cerita Epic Of Ice Dragon

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Adam took the first lunge, digging his teeth into Creed’s back, he roared out, wrapping his long neck around to take a bite out of Adam's red scales. Creed pulled at Adam’s neck, pulling so hard, scales dropped into the dirtied snow. Adam whimpered but did not surrender. The fire burned in Adam’s chest again, ready to release his own flame. He turned his back. A risky move to expose your dragon belly, but it was the only choice Adam had. Head rearing back, buried in the snow underneath his tongue, his igniting fluid sprayed before his fire could leave his mouth. Creed took this as the opportunity to release his own fire, pushing the fluid back into Adam’s mouth. Creed’s fire erupted inside o

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"fire and ice don't mix dragon. And If I were you I'll step back because your ice can never be a threat to my own power! " I growled at him standing at my spot without moving back despite how he moved and shook the ground were we stood. "ha ha ha ha...i don't have to play kid. You can't possibly tell me that my ice powers isn't a match to yours. Your only a young pup who knows nothing about her powers... I'm a hundred year old dragon king. You can do a thing! You think fire can't mix with ice? I'm sure fire can mix well With fire Can't it? "

“I’ll leave the city now. We will take the water route.” “It’s a wise choice, and much safer.” Eros agreed, “Rumor had it, when a dragon fled to Slathar, the wings would be cursed beyond a fix.”He pulled off the cloth covering a large ice box; the wolf’s head was frozen in it. “This is what I have feared most. The kingdom is not ready for an ice war.” “I’ve already sent men out to collect information and fortify our defenses. But we need to get ourselves be prepared. I have to meet with this Mother Dragon.”

It let out a deafening screech, trying to flap its frozen wing, but the ice was as thick and as hard as its scales. This was his chance to attack when the dragon was still down. He only had a short time before the dragon could break the ice on its wing, so he needed to act fast. Arth extended a hand, and exhaled, slowly and deeply. A spark of light flashed on his hand, casting Glacies Materia. Looking at the dragon, its blazing mouth opened, preparing to breathe flames on its frozen wing.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

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.