Novel & Cerita Essence Of The Dragon

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

She kneels before me and gazes unwaveringly. “That’s precisely what I voiced. Drakons can breathe fire and fly, but we cannot regenerate. There is no point in doing so when only God-made weapons can pierce our skin.” You don’t need to heal if you can’t get hurt. “What happens if a Drakon gives away their essence?” Interesting. Is she aware she carries part of my powers?

Zector inquired, intrigued. "This is Dragon’s Blood," Gunner explained. "I once dispatched tens of thousands of people to search throughout Dragoria, digging a hundred meters deep. Eventually, we discovered a Draco Vein and gathered one hundred drops of Draco Vein Essence over several decades." "And what exactly is a Draco Vein?" Zector asked. Before Gunner could respond, Bruno interjected, "Dragoria derives its name from the appearance of a divine dragon in ancient times. A Draco Vein forms at the site of where such a divine dragon passes away."

"It's bringing this place back to life." I looked around, and despite the weight of despair clinging to me, I felt a flicker of hope. "The gold, a fabled essence of dragons, is said to be the very lifeblood of all living things," Sebastian continued, reciting what he had read in the books we took. I watched in wonder as each step he took seemed to bring life back to the land. "Its power is awakening, seeping into the soil, breathing life into the desolation. It's like the earth itself is healing, drawing strength from the magic that had been hidden away for so long. The gold dragon was the essence of life itself, while the white dragon was the love that nurtured it, a symbiotic force that on

His attention was drawn to three palm-sized pieces that were white in colour and bore a passing resemblance to dragons. "Isn't this the ninth-grade Dragongrass, long thought to have been extinct?" Severin's eyes widened as his heartbeat quickened. Legend held that Dragongrass which were tainted with the blood of true dragons could be utilized by practitioners to fortify their physical form. It was one of the rarest treasures, as it had miraculous effects on one's physical vitality. As ages passed, however, few—if any—true dragons managed to ascend to immortality. An unfortunate consequence was the gradual fading into obscurity of the Dragongrass. Its unexpected presence within the dragonoids

Lucifer carried herself up and glared at the dragon. ‘Nature is my ally, water is my compatriot, Mind eye Hieroglyph : Soul chain’ she thought, extending her right hand upwards aiming at the dragon, her purplish metaphysical essence coating the arm, as a whole and from the core of the palm she shot out a ball of purple which broke the sound barrier. With the attack drawing closer, the dragon too unleashed its own attack, plasma gathered in its mouth and with a thundering roar it released the plasma breath. The two attacks collided and fierce winds picked up scattering everything away, the earth shook.

Thea looked at James and said, “Honey, I heard from Sir Caden that the dragon’s spoils are all extraordinary. However, the most valuable part isn’t its blood but the Dragon Essence.” James was taken aback and asked, “What’s Dragon Essence?” Thea explained, “It’s like the Spirit Turtle’s core, but the Dragon Essence is much more remarkable than the Spirit Turtle’s core. The effect also differs. The Dragon Essence can enhance one’s cultivation base and True Energy. After the dragon is slaughtered, we must join forces to snatch the Dragon's Essence. We can’t let it fall into other people’s hands.” Boom! At that moment, an intense battle had broken out in the sky.

He looked around once more before bending to open the box. What he saw made him stumble back in shock and disbelief. There was a glass jar that glowed white in it; the dragon's essence. He had dreamt about the essence way too much that he could recognize it with just a glance. But still he went back to look at it, he took and observed it closely. “It’s truly the essence. What in the heavens is going on?” he asked himself as he struggled to believe that he was really holding his long term dream in his hand.

The mauve scar on her chest constantly reminded me how fucking magnificent she was. I ducked down into the water, shifting into my dragon form. The creature emerged from my skin, encasing me completely. Evelyn watched wide-eyed as I peeked out from the surface of the water, massive golden horns wound around my head. "Oh…that's what you meant by riding a dragon. Got it," she murmured, cheeks flushing with that cute rosy hue I liked so much. A grumbling noise reverberated from my chest, the closest to a laugh I'll ever get in my dragon form. I lowered my head slightly, getting close to the shore so she could climb onto the back of my neck.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.