Godlike Dragon Naruto Fanfiction Council Bashing の小説・ストーリー

’ Draco roared, ‘Do you think I’m fucking stupid? The five of them backed away from his rage, ‘She is not for you, any of you and if I find out any of you touch her again I will rip your heads off.’ Julius shifted and flapped his golden wings, ‘Then why don’t you fucking claim her Dragon King?’ He flew off screeching at the top of his voice, a mocking laughter, Poseidon walked to the edge of the seashore near the castle that served as the council headquarters, ‘Touched a nerve did he Draco?’

A strange possessiveness overwhelmed me, and I snarled back at the werewolf who had dared to raise his voice at me. "Just because you're a council member doesn't give you the fucking right to raise your voice when you know I can easily snap your neck!" I growled, noticing the other six council members uncomfortably shifting in their seats. The cruel light in Drakun's eyes slightly dimmed before he sat back in his chair. "You want rules? Go feed them to those werewolves who lick your feet, unlike me, a Lycan Rogue. You wouldn't dare come to my school, my property, and yell at me!"

In his travels, he had heard that to the northwest of the Kingdom of Lothal, past the great mountain range, was a nation called Shenlong High Council, which according to rumors was a country inhabited by many different races; his government consisted of a kind of where decisions were made The Shenlong High Council was presided over by five Elder Dragons, supposedly the five most powerful dragons of their species. Gunther always wanted to travel to the High Council, one thing was to hear about dragons in myths and tales, but a very different thing would be to see some in person. But today, before him, he had one, a true dragon of flesh and blood. It was impossible that it was something else,

"The Council. They taste like... copper and lies. I can feel every heartbeat in those Dreadnoughts, Zora. I can hear the blood pumping in their veins, and it sounds like a dinner bell." I stood up, my legs feeling like they were made of water, and leaned against a rusted support pillar. "Dante, listen to me. The power... it’s the heir. It’s using your body as a conduit. You have to fight the hunger, or you’ll burn this refinery to the ground before the Council even touches the docks."

Seeing that I had ascended, the clansmen kneeled to the ground. “I've searched ten thousand years for the Azure Dragon Lord. Who would’ve thought your consciousness was attached to a spirit beast?” Evan went to stand as high as the Heavenly Emperor. “Heavenly Emperor, you must have missed me. One day we will share that divine wine again.” “Hahaha…” It then dawned on me that the small green snake I had saved had in fact been the wandering Azure Dragon Lord, the ancient god who controlled wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

“And you’re loud. You’ll draw attention. Plus, we’re actively planning to kill the rest of the council. You’ll be leaving your family, your species. We’ll be on the run, constantly in danger.” “And yet,” he says sweetly, “you care.” “Ugh!” Jordan, grinning like a lunatic, throws his arm around Dylan’s shoulders. “C’mon little slayer, a dragon shifter could really help the resistance. And you know how the mate bond works, this guy would burn the world down for you.” “Literally,” Dylan adds, puffing his chest proudly. “Fine. Let’s just check on the others before we’re caught,” I grumble.

"Oh, now that’s lazy." The fake me lunges, but I’m faster. I duck, slam my palm against her stomach, and release a pulse of light. She staggers back with a pained hiss. Achilles grins. "That had to hurt." She growls, shifting back to her original form. "You brats." I roll my shoulders. "You gonna run, or do I have to break your legs first?" She sneers. "You don’t stand a chance. The council wants you dead. And they always get what they want."

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

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 muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.