Essence Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

My dragon took over, letting out a mighty cry of triumph. The crowd had gathered, watching the light protruding from my chest, lighting the way in front of me. My head reared back, feeling the warmth of love and passion from it. Overwhelming emotion flooded my body. It was of hope and love. Odessa was calling to me, she was pulling my dragon inside of the walls, begging me to save her.

​The air inside the grand banquet hall was thick with smoke, heavy and suffocating, yet my lungs drank it in like cool mountain springwater. Every step I took forward was measured, slow, and deliberate. The chaotic scramble of the fleeing nobility echoed against the soaring vaulted ceilings, but their panic felt distant, muffled by the steady, powerful thrum of the dragon vitality surging through my veins.

The most prominent one's were the Golden Dragons that gave her a sense of deja vu. Frore opened her mouth to say something again, when she looked down and watched people screaming and running to save their lives. Someone pushed Frore and she fell down on the ground. Hissing, she turned around and watched a Grey Dragon passing over her, before a Golden Dragon appeared from behind it. Frore's eyes opened in horror and terror when that Golden Dragon opened his mouth wide to blow fire. In a spur of the moment, everything was burning and the scream remained struck in Frore's throat.

The Emperor said in disdain. What the Emperor said is true, The dragon vein is the natural spirit qi that condenses so much until it becomes a single solid spirits qi vein without any impurities like spirits crystal or spirits stone. That’s because the spirits crystal and spirits stone have the composition of spirits qi less than the other elements like iron or mineral, but the dragon vein is made purely by the spirits qi that condense into the solid object without an ounce of other elements.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Malrec The seam has begun to sing again. I knew it the moment the first tremor passed through the stone beneath my feet. Dragons feel such things differently than lesser creatures. Magic that moves between realms does not simply ripple through the air—it vibrates through bone, through scale, through the ancient instincts written into our blood long before either realm learned the word civilization. And this morning, the vibration is wrong. Not weaker. Stronger. Which means she has begun to understand what she is.

But with his presence, especially standing in his midst, it's hard to tell where they were. She knew there was a throne room. But where was it again? She turned to look around her. There was nothing but an empty room. "You are an interesting essence," the dragon said. "If an essence came to reality, it has a different personality, a different life. How can you say you are the same as the one who created you?" "Because the one who created me had given me a purpose to fulfill and because we wear the same face," Elena answered remembering Red. "Not because you wear the same face, you are the same," the dragon said. "You have a purpose to fulfill. If you don't, you won't come to existence and if

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo