Fairy Tail Doranbolt Novels & Stories

[Status] Name: JIN Race:Draconic Demon{Unique} Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death, Pure Fire Level: 100/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 300 STR:100 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 740 INT: 148 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :64 AGI:64 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) Charisma - 10

It's created by the swing of Dómr's claw. I knew they are training, but I didn't imagine it'd be a direct 1 vs 6 brawl. It's Dómr against Forsjá, Felix, Pearl, Asha, Fortuna, and Fylgja. “Fallið aftur, ljón!” (Fall back, lion!) Asha is guiding the flow of the battle by giving commands. Fylgja, the weakest of them, was injured by one of Dómr's ice crystal magic. Forsjá immediately pulled her back to take cover at their battle formation, healing Fylgja's wounds with her magic.

Dante said on behalf of the rest. "Well, see you all at the party" Antonio said as he closed the meeting. Silvana went up to Dracaryx, "welcome to the alliance Mr Vitale, I am Silvana Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family" Silvana introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Silvana" Dracaryx replied. Dante was the next person to introduce himself to Dracaryx. "I am Dante Russo, pleased to meet you" he said. "You are lying" Dracaryx said.

Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha. “Alpha,” Beta Dillon called and handed him the antidote. “The antidote.” Drake gets it and looks upon the antidote. He slid it into his pocket and then heaved a sigh. He was panting even though Beta Dillon was gasping for air, with a small cut on the side of his lips. Drake’s eyes were dark and red; he crumpled his fists again as they continued to run as fast as they could until they reached the royal house.

He stood tall behind me, dressed in black, his silver eyes gleaming like moonlight on steel. His lips curved into that signature, infuriating, cocky smirk as he extended a hand toward me. “Take my hand, damsel,” he said coolly. “Unless you want to be dinner for Doran tonight.” Doran? I didn’t need to be told twice. My fingers latched onto his like a lifeline as he pulled me to my feet effortlessly. Still trembling, I shuffled behind him, half-hiding from the wolves like a child afraid of lightning. The black wolf—Doran—stood perfectly still, his golden eyes now fixed on Ronan.

"You are Yao. The ice gives you away. I can hide your essence with a seal, but it will cost. And it will not hide you from a determined Mo cultivator. Only from casual inspection." "How much?" "Twenty gold marks." I had no gold marks. I looked at Elara. She nodded. "I will pay," Elara said. "For the papers and the seal. In exchange for the protection you already gave." Doran shrugged. "Fair enough." He pulled scrolls from a shelf and began to write. His hand moved fast, the characters flowing onto the parchment. "Names?" he asked. "Frost," I said. "And Rain." He glanced at Aldric. "Rain. Pretty name for a bookkeeper."

Dorothy, Zendaya, Waltz, Maya, Esmeralda, and so on. When he took a close look, he was shocked. Everyone was in bad shape. Dorothy was sitting on the fiery phoenix’s body. Still, the cultivation in her body was not apparent, as if she had no cultivation at all. The same went for the others. Instead, Waltz became the person with the highest cultivation level in the crowd. “Dorothy, Daya, Sis Maya, and you, Esmeralda. What’s going on with you guys?”

She questioned innocently. “He destroyed my castle,” Kore responded. “My castle and along with all my dolls that I kept lovingly.” Belle frowned, pulling her eyebrows together. Leon went to anger Kore by burning her house and her dolls? It sounded to her ears like a fight between children for no purpose. Curious she asked, “Why?” “No reason,” Kore clenched her teeth and her palms, “Dantalion is known for his odd behavior. What doesn’t fit his eyes, he would destroy them as he wish. Even though three hundred years ago I remember him as a handsome and quiet demon. Suddenly it change.”

Donovan motioned someone to join them on stage, and Dante's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized her. It was Darlyn Taylor, his ex-fiance. She was a conniving and selfish wolf who had always been jealous of his mate. Dante gritted his teeth. He’s not feeling good about this.

Maybe Bolt and Yelena were the rarer ones who were odd but still sane. Crawling back to the high stool at the counter, Zen cautiously accepted the new drinks. He probably needed a few highballs to balance out certain parties without combat abilities. She was right. Despite his preference for neutral parties, dungeon diving required a certain level of skill in combat if he wanted the disbanded Party Prayer to farm resources more efficiently.