Fluid Gate Draconic Evolution Novels & Stories

Lake water splashed everywhere in very high tide. Draco, his body limp and soaked, was trying to swim to shore. He lifted himself to the shore of the lake and tried to get up to fly again. However, his strength was completely drained after two attempts to charge at Zergenth's dragon shield. The shield was so strong that Draco failed to penetrate it. Draco growled and roared with tears of despair. The dragon's roar sounded so sad and full of despair. He looked miserable. Anyone who heard the dragon's roar could feel Draco's pain and sorrow.

It lifted a hand—her hand—pale and ethereal, carved of starlight and ancient dark. “Forged for a purpose you’ve refused for lifetimes.” Elaria staggered backward, breath gone. “No—no, I don’t believe you—” “You do.” Its smile sharpened. “You always did.” Kael fought to stand, every vein in his body blazing with blue fire as he tried to break through the barriers tearing between them. Draven roared, his Gate-mark light erupting wildly as he slammed his will into the crack — breaking through reality like punching through bone.

“Dracon…Thank goodness, have you seen Elleanna? The coronation starts in half an hour…” His mother said without flicking the lights on. Dracon used his snout to nudge Elleanna who let out an annoyed growl before opening her eyes and looking up. Everyone gasped in shock as they looked at the second pair of glowing eyes in the dark, one golden with a line of ocean blue and a hint of purple around the pupil and the other glowing all three colors together with little flecks of red in both. She tilted her head back and licked the side of Dracon’s face causing him to close his eyes. Their scents were heavily mixed together and it was obvious to everyone what had happened. Elleanna stretched and st

The hum of the gateway settles into a calm, steady rhythm. Relief spreads through me. But that relief does not last long. Because suddenly— The air shifts. A different energy touches the edge of the seam. Not violent. Not hostile. Ancient. Familiar. My heart leaps. “Father.” The word escapes me before I even fully understand what I’m feeling. The surface of the bridge ripples outward. Light bends. And then someone steps through. Elarion emerges from the gateway like a figure carved from silver and moonlight. His long coat moves softly around him as he crosses into this world, his bi-colored eyes immediately finding mine across the clearing.

Prologue Once known as Levy, a normal human being, an unexpected encounter with a dragon forever changed her life during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice's vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation, not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon.

The fleshy tendrils that had been rooted in the seafloor withered and retracted. As the massive corpse of the Leviathan slowly began to float upward into the dark, Caleb floated in the water, his armor covered in glowing blue ichor. He looked down. With the parasite gone, the seafloor was finally revealed. It wasn't mud. It was a pair of massive, flawless white jade gates, glowing with a soft, ancient light, buried at the bottom of the world. The entrance to the Dragon's Cradle. Caleb looked at the timer in his vision. 69:45:10.

“The Mana stone is right here, so we should just defeat it.” I kinda forgotten about the fact that we’re a few centimetres away from a dragon that’s classified as a catastrophe by a kingdom. And Clairmont treated it like it’s nothing. <_< I nodded at him. Right after we finished talking, I felt a great vibration coming from the dragon’s skin. It was heating up, and I didn’t mean by the temperature. The dragon’s body literally flared up to look like molten volcano rock before it burned all the vines and breathed another beam of fire on our direction. We both teleported away from it.

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

Holding up a hand towards the floating seals, a burst of blue flames shoots from his fingers and engulfs the seals. "Is that..." He nods. "Dragon flames. The seals can only be destroyed by my flames," he replies, and I nod. "You could have destroyed them one after the other," I point out, and a smile ghosts over his lips. "It's more efficient this way. Besides, I lose a ton of energy each time I use the flames," he says. The intensity of the flames increases and the seals begin to glow brighter. Then, in an instant, they all turn black and begin to disintegrate into fine dust on the floor.