Romans & histoires Flying Dragon Outline

“The person who currently has the yeouiju, he is slowly turning into a dragon.” “A dragon? Is that even possible?” Fukuna said. “Not just any dragon but the white dragon.” “The white dragon? But that is the symbol of the West.” Cai Kang said. Kurai is frustrated on everyone's expressions. "Listen, I don't know the damn stories so can someone explain to me on what the white dragon is?"

Dorin gasped, pointing at a creature curled around Johan’s neck. “Oh...” Johan sounded uncertain, “It just... hatched...” Dorin stared at the small scaly creature. Its top was a fiery red and its underside, gold, with five little talons on its four tiny limbs. It looked back at Dorin and sneezed. Two rings of white smoke came out of its nostrils. “Is that... a dragon?” Dorin asked again. “How should I know?” Johan replied, “I told you, it just hatched.

Then, it sped up and went straight to Samuel. The moment it sped up, the dragon body suddenly curled up. The next second, the dragon body suddenly turned into a fierce beast similar to a Kylin. It had two wings on its back, like a tiger's eyes, and a head like a dragon. Its whole body was full of purple lightning that was eye-catching. The horn above its head, which was like a rhinoceros, was shining with the light of the sun and the moon. No one could look directly at it.

The roaring sound of the dragon was loud and shaking, as if all of nature was trembling with it. "Come on!" exclaimed Leon. He then flew up with the power of Zeus towards the dragon. His lightning rod grabbed the dragon's head until the dragon screamed even louder. Claire flew after Leon, right in front of the dragon's mouth. Leon flew to Claire's side, now they were floating side by side right in front of the dragon's mouth. As they thought, the dragon opened its mouth. From deep within their throat, Claire and Leon could see flames starting to form and about to burst out of their mouths.

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

My dad and I step into the clearing, in the garden area behind the events center. I feel the shift starting, before I even have time to get undressed. I hear my bones snapping and rearranging, and the pain is like nothing I've ever felt before. I scream and double over in pain. As I hit the grown on my knees, Crimson says, “It’s almost over, try and relax.” As I mentally roll my eyes the pain stops. I open my eyes, and what I see shocks me, my dragon stands 12 feet tall, and has a 6 foot long tail. Her scales are red with purple outlines around them, and she has large wings that reach a total of 8 feet across, when fully open. Her wings are purple with Red outlines, opposite of her scales. A

Sage calls. I look up. The image she is holding is slightly different to the original sketch. The phoenix has twisted, body angled so it looks like it is bursting free from the flames rather than just flying away. There’s extra detail in the wings and tail, more depth, more movement. The runes seem to flow through the feathers, I can make them out from time to time, but they look like shading unless you really squint at it, and even then it looks like a detail to add movement and depth. I love it.

I made sure I stayed close to Dahlia as much as I could to mask her scent, but since two of us were now both Shadow wolves, the masking magic I used must not have been enough… As expected, the rogues will have a hard time following us, but those flying skeletal dragons won’t! I swerved away from one just in time as its bony talons swooped down from a nearby tree. The flying thing was average in size, possibly just around the size of a baobab tree. However, its wingspan was several meters in length. I can’t even imagine how it was flying with just its bones, but I guess the glowing spirit stone placed in its heart would answer for that.

Elizabeth packs her beautiful blond hair in a ponytail as she widens her red ruby eyes as well in suspense. “Dragons!”Historia begins. “Those scary looking, regal gigantic birds, with ginormous bar-like wings and heads like huge lizards clustered with horns and impregnable scales. They have long bard tails like armored horses, and sharp-clawed teeth that can rip you apart and chew your bones. They spit out volcanic fire that can devour a whole city.

Also, I would like to see how loyal my newest pet was. Adrienne lowered his head and eyes. "Forgive me." I pointed at the dagger my pet held before looking him in the eye. "Do not lose that. Only three of its kind have been forged and this is the last. Only that can harm the Fae dragon. Just a scratch is lethal enough to a regular Fae. One blow should do the trick. Can I trust you with this?" He tilted his head to and observed my face for a bit. "Yes. I will not misplace your trust."