Fgo Dragon Novels & Stories

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

she took a step towards Goyre, sidling past the best as she did so. “It is a dragon. I am sure you’ve heard of those.” Of course, she had. The soldiers talked about mysterious beasts and how many of them were conquered by past kings and great men of battle. She even saw pictures of them engraved in the records of Eyrotia but the ones she saw were either red or black and they were smaller compared to this one. “What sort of dragon is it?” By now she had gotten to Goyre and she took her seat on the chair the goddess conjured up for her but she kept a wary eye on the dragon.

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

All during the story everyone seemed to listen intently not wanting to miss one detail. After a few minutes of pondering Markus was first to speak, “You said you spoke to a dragon called ‘Fafnir’?” he said rubbing his chin. “That’s what he said his name was” Rex replied, confused at his expression. “Remember the story I told you about how this place was created? There was an elder dragon called Lokmar and his son, that sons name is Fafnir. The effort of creating this place claimed Lokmar’s life and his son took his place as the king of dragons. Your father told me years ago that his families gift was to soul bind with dragons who had chosen them after I witnessed him breath fire. I find it c

She didn’t know how much strength she could spare for actual attacks, but she had to try. The approaching flock of Ma’veth did not go unnoticed by the Dragons. With the army below being engaged by the forces of the Black Knights and the Minotaurs, they turned their attention to the new threat. They made a pass high above them to determine their nature. Their very appearance marked them as the product of Dark Magic, and Ghaeron was enraged by yet another misuse of that powerful energy. They swept back to pass more closely. With controlled breaths of flame, they created a swath of damage through the flock. Dozens of charred bodies fell, but there were hundreds of the things gathering. Ghaeron

Amelia POV Lord Wong was in a hurry. We went down three floors of garage space and turned into another tunnel. Next lift went deeper underground about hundred stories or so deep. We had several dragons here, and at times even the First Dragon would go to the Caves as we called them. The expansive space could easily accommodate about 100 dragons at the time, although I have never seen as many in one place. There were two juveniles with us, waiting to meet their made human. See, an interesting thing about dragons - they could be born/made three ways. The rarest dragons and most powerful are those born of two dragon shifter parents. I heard of some in the existence, but never met one. The pureb

She remembered the information that was delivered directly by Hisoka in a second. “In The Unknown… truth be told… the dragons are the pinnacle of magic power. Not a lion as what they believed or a wingsman. It is a dragon race.” First raised her hand. “Speak.” “Did you mean the lion isn’t as strong as we believe?” Hisoka snorted. “Sure, if that can keep you sleeping better at night.” He was cynical. The lions weren’t weak either. She got it. He didn’t have to be cynical about it, though. She munched the air bitterly.

Drake asks if there is anything else we need to know about Ty, and Fhalleyn says there is nothing else. “This is the reason that normally, when a gemstone dragon is born, it is one of the more common stones and less powerful. Ty was a special case. Since her mother was a Musgravite dragon, and her father was a black sapphire dragon, they made the perfect blend to create a black crystalline opal dragon. The last pure black crystalline opal dragon was also born to a musgravite dragon. That was over two thousand years ago. That is how rare they truly are. In reality, gemstone dragons are not meant to be bound to a dragon shifter. For whatever reason, your goddess decided that certain gem

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.