G Dragon Who You の小説・ストーリー

Yrian said smilingly, “I have an Eight-Star Combat Power. However, it’s because of my identity.” James asked curiously, “What’s your identity?” Yrian smiled and replied, “I’m Yrian Zvecha, but I am also the Zvecha Dragon, the first Divine Dragon to exist before these worlds formed.” ‘Another being that existed way before our worlds? Are there that many mysterious beings hidden in the different corners of our worlds?’ James looked at him in shock.

The Lung Dragon also called the Dragon of Discreet exhaled. “Before you ask how’s she a regressor, you should’ve asked how could a being like her knows where exactly the Dragon Nest is. That’s something not even the Immortals could distinguish. That alone make me believe indeed she was telling the truth all along in short the Dragon of Verity and Vilification acknowledged her.” The Dragon of Discreet groaned again, for the first time in billions of years, he was short of words. “… Seems like all hope was given to her.”

Drako, literally means a dragon. GD looked up to her when she was busy looking over the sky after she opened the window. "Will you settle down?" he asked but Daeira only jumped in glee instead. "You know this is my dream of visiting my bucket list beaches. I can't believe that it is h appening." she said. GD just shook his head and resigned into looking over the magazines with boredom while a stewardess approached them to offer a drink. "Your highness, may I delight you of some hot wine?" she asked but GD just waved in dismissal. Of course the stewardesses were all from the underworld as well as the pilot. Hakyi and Osiris had tagged along too.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

he responds. I'm thrilled he can hear me. It must be his magic, though I'm sad at his answer. To have this ability and not use it would cause too much suffering for me. I must think positive thoughts while around him, so I start asking questions while we swoop through the sky. "Tell me the colors of the other dragons." "Goddess have mercy," he growls. "Bastian is red, Laryn blue, and Tahr silver." I'm on a roll. "Do you ever fly together?"

"How dare you try to kill Sir Darryl? It's unforgivable!" The scaled dragon went to rest after Darryl's Red Lotus Fayette injured it. When its body had healed, it decided to go look for Darryl. At that point, it witnessed Granny Rafflesia attempting to kill Darryl. To the scaled dragon, Darryl was the Lord Dragon of the Divine Dragon Clan, a noble existence that should not be harmed. Therefore, it could not let Granny Rafflesia kill Darryl. 'Sir Darryl…' Granny Rafflesia was shocked when the scaled dragon spoke in the human language. Yet, it was even more shocking to hear how the scaled dragon addressed Darryl. Her mind went blank.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i