Esferas Del Dragón Novels & Stories

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

In the center, suspended in an orb of liquid fire, floated a sphere of obsidian the size of a heart. Kaelira’s breath hitched. “The core.” Zevran’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. “It’s smaller than legend.” “Then legend never stood this close.” She stepped toward it. The orb’s surface rippled, and shapes formed inside—faces, hands, pieces of the past. Her mother. Serane. Draven. Herself. Each image flickered, mouth opening in silent words. “What’s it doing?” Zevran asked.

"You really don't know, do you? Every few thousand years, the personification of power appears in the mortal realm. All the imugi and gangcheori as well as all inferior dragons are gonna try to get their hands on it. That is what is causing this storm. The Dragons are gonna fight each other, causing a storm, sometimes a hurricane." Those species are sub-dragon species. Cai Kang thought. "Those children don't stand a chance. It will be a massacre before the yeouiju dies." "Yeouiju? Dies? The yeouiju is alive?" Fukuna asked. "So they are after the white pearl."

he said and he seemed slightly bigger than before. "Very odd indeed," Elder Peter mused. "What is? Stop speaking in riddles," I said irritated now. "Strong dragons with warrior names, all four of you," Elder Peter said. "What Elder Peter means is that it's been quite some time since we've had a Sire with his most trusted that possess such strong dragons. It will make for interesting times," Elder James said with a smile. "It's time for us to take our leave," Baz said as he merged himself with me again. Every time he did that I felt a burning sensation like electrical currents running through my whole body and I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

"That's Saint, one of my mates. But you're actually talking to Tenny." I felt my brow furrow. Was goddess sexy pants actually crazy? How could we be talking to one man who was inside another man's body? And what kind of name was Tenny? Or even Saint? Was he very religious? Kiema burst into laughter, shook her head. "Tennotith, Destroyer of Worlds and Savior of beautifu-" "Beautiful women," one of the female dragon elders said from behind us. I turned to watch her walk up to the group. Esmerelda, if I wasn't mistaken. And there was a good chance I was. I sucked at remembering names. Especially silly ones.

"I didn't know it was mana I was seeing. What about when changing forms? My Dad told me that we use a unique type of energy to do it that isn't mana." "He's correct. The energy we dragons use to change into our true form is a primal energy that comes from every fibre of our body. The reason you're able to see it with your eyes is that the energy itself is inherently very similar to mana." "I didn't know that, and I thought everyone could see it?" "No, only dragons with the same eyes as you or pink eyes can see it. This is because each eye colour in the dragon race gives different abilities." Tasha and I were both amazed by what he was telling us. Neither of us had learned anything about this

Feeling the scorn pressing in from all sides, I could only manage a bitter smile. Suddenly, with an ear-splitting crash, the Fire Dragon Princess smashed the desk in front of Aithne. “You little bitch, give me back my ruby jewels.” I spun round. Jessica had snatched Aithne by the scruff and hurled her against the wall. Morpheus didn’t even have time to blink. When the dust cleared, Aithne’s face was a mask of blood, and she was howling. Fire Dragons outnumbered Ice Dragons by a mile, and their clan was far stronger.

Yarsii grinned and exhaled heavily, feeling a receding tremor of tension disperse through his body, and a silver fog dissipates before his eyes. “Actually, I was just trying to help you,” Erto muttered. “Well, thanks, maybe you can explain something - what do you know about dragons?” "Dragons," the Vistolet spoke measuredly. “The strongest and most powerful beings in all the worlds. Reasonable, while completely devoid of such feelings as pity, regret, mercy, kindness. These are absolutely indifferent and cruel creatures. Their food is the energy absorbed from the living and non-living. If the dragon enters a new world, then, as a rule, such a world dies. It doesn't stop until it completely d

They can deflect it but it will be five times powerful when it returns to the caster. They are weapons of pure destruction, they're hunted four thousand years ago because of their abilities. They are powerful, but they're not that difficult to capture or contain. An Esferas needs a master to serve and they value their master's life above all else. If their master(s) die or is threatened to be killed, they'll follow any orders just to make sure that their master(s) will survive. It became their weakness. If their master were killed, their contract would expire and they would also die. Their story is sad because they cannot live on their own. They're born the moment the contract was formed and

Her screams gone louder as her seal on both hands starts to glow their elemental color. On her left arm, a ruby red dragon began to materialize as her right arm's seal emits an arctic blue gleam that forms a dragon. Her tears are streaming down her cheeks, but her eyes are screaming anger. Soon enough, the dragons soar in the air as an energy sphere was being made.