Eternal Dragon Brand Skin Novels & Stories

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

There was a flash of jealousy in Derek Alexander's eyes. "There is no shame, Ethereal Warbringer is indeed a lot of good stuff!" Ethereal Warbringer is a terrifying old monster from the era of The Phantom Bandits that has existed until now, still lost in the hands of countless strong people, and the treasures in his hands are as many as buffalo hair. "Ethereal Warbringer, I want to see when you can put it on!!" The Dragon God Emperor appeared from the void, opened his mouth to spit, an incomparable light that could destroy all dragons descended from the sky, and attacked Ethereal Warbringer.

asked Lana again. "I don't have time for this," June replied again as she was about to walk away. “Drake will live forever, until someone kills him. Drake was an immortal being, he was no ordinary dragon. That's why he's called the Dragon King,” said Lana. Those words made June stop.

said Ruby. Eric nodded. His eyes looked around for any signs of Kenneth’s dragon. He chuckled as he thought this was a neat trick. “Purple dragon, it’s your turn.” Eric’s purple dragon emerged, and he spit out flames of black and purple flame. “Eternal darkness.” The blue dragon black covered himself with the black and purple flame and plunged into the smoke. There were roars of the dragons as Eric’s dragon found Kenneth’s. Kenneth’s dragon was screeching in pain as he got shot with the fireball. He went diving into the ground, dissipating the smoke.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

It wasn't just one, but several dragon shadows materialized. Draco stood atop an energy dragon, resembling a divine dragon descending from the sky. His overwhelming presence left the crowd in awe. With a wave of his hand, the three dragons lunged forward, their overwhelming force shaking the land. Even the surrounding mountains trembled. "Break!" Gideon burned with excitement. This was the kind of fight he wanted! A single word from him caused an eruption across the battlefield. Behind him, a radiant, blazing sun slowly rose into the sky. It was the Eternal Light!

Mane’s eyes were calm even after seeing the charge of the elders. His eyes scanned each of them swiftly in less than half a second and without their knowledge, he had collected all their data. “Spirit Scan” NAME: Dragon King Bast AGE: N/A HEALTH POINTS: 2,000,000/4,000,000 RACE: Human BLOODLINE: Black Dragon BLOODLINE RANK: Legendary LEVEL: Ascension Realm 8 (Level 88.72)

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

Gerald Brandt is a dragon shifter. The news channel actually showed us when he turned into a dragon. At first his skin turned into scales slowly and then a tail slowly elongated itself as his neck grew. His scales were a deep purple and his stomach was almost black. His neck stretched out and he grew to be about 8 feet tall. His scales shimmered from all the flashes of the cameras. Some people screamed in the audience and some gasped. A few people ran in fear. I, however, was standing on my couch with my mouth wide open and about to squeal with excitement.