Flying Dragon Outline の小説・ストーリー

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

I nodded quickly. "Yeah! I want to go flying!! You promise not to drop me right?" I asked him and transformed into my dragon form. He purred. "Yeah, I promise you won't fall," he told me and then shifted, scooping me up into his talons again before he started to fly us into the sky again where the birds flew. He started to glide, looking pleased that he was up high again and looked overjoyed that I was with him, glancing at me every few seconds. I looked down at the ground before up into the clouds, worried that another dragon might attack us. This place seems more dangerous than my home. He didn't seem too worried, looking happy as he started to fly us towards the sea again. He carried me o

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

Two adult dragons flew down from the skies and aimed their sights in front of the Willridge Manor. The first dragon that landed was a tall skinny dragon. It's scales were an ombre of dark and light blue scales. The tip of its tail were covered in long sharp grey spikes. In a single file line, sharp yet short spikes ran down the dragons neck base to his forehead. Its legs a dark blue, and holding grey sharp claws that seemed to be the length of Venus's arm. It's horns we're short and semi circles curved close to his head.

As her dragon glided along warm currents, tracking Ragnar's mate, she looked up from the valleys below and beheld a breathtaking sight. In the distance flew a gigantic white dragon, her crests were tinged a dusky pink, and Titan felt she'd never seen a beast so beautiful. This must be the Queen's dragon. Beating her wings to lessen the distance between them, Titan had to put real effort in to catch up, and she was puffing before she reached the Queen's tail. There she noticed the real struggle taking place.

I don't say this, however, letting him continue. "I got this a few years later," he refers to the creature that sits above the circular pattern. It has wings that are arched around the design as if guarding it with its teeth and claws. It looks somewhat familiar, stylised though it is. "The Great Winged Karelax." "The Legend of the Mountains," I breathe quietly as I recognise the dragon-like creature of ancient myths. "They were fierce, and very loyal." "But they're all extinct," I loosen a sigh at the tragic fate of the majestic creatures.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

They cheered and sang with glee, happy that their leader was safe. The wind whispered through the trees surrounding the Enchanted Fortress as Igna's dragon gained altitude. The path chilled the witches' numb fingers. They shivered as their blue hair whipped around their heads like a tornado. They hung on to the scales on the beast's back and watched as he soared gracefully, like a falcon across the sky.

Derek “Davina look at me.” I’m trying to get her attention. She needs to calm down before she accidentally hurts someone. She is so beautiful. Her scales are silver but they shimmer a pretty pastel rainbow color. She has beautiful amber dragon eyes. She looks to be as tall as a typical flag pole and her wing span appears to be about be the same length of an A10 Thunderbolt. I’d say she is the length of two school buses, four if you count the tail. My mate is amazing. “Look out!” I hear Gabriel yell. I see Dimitri put up a barrier blocking a tree from crushing some of the elders.