Golden Crow Dragon Novels & Stories

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

When the creature went near the king , he noticed that there was a tube around his neck . ' This creature belongs to no one other than the king of the other world , king Damien PenDraco !........He is quite scary . I wonder what does he want now . I am about to form an alliance with the prince of Spain which will make me stronger . Until then , I cannot make any mistake or do anything that can upset the dragon king . The marriage procedures aren't complete yet........If it were on another occasion , I would have asked for some other jewels and gold . ' thought the king with a serious expression and took the tube around the creature's neck .

As the rumor of living dragons had spread through the east, ever more seekers had come to learn if the tale was true-and Xaro Xhoan Daxos saw to it that the great and the humble alike offered some token to the Mother of Dragons. The trickle he started soon swelled to a flood. Trader captains brought lace from Myr, chests of saffron from Yi Ti, amber and dragonglass out of Asshai. Merchants offered bags of coin, silversmiths rings and chains. Pipers piped for her, tumblers tumbled, and jugglers juggled, while dyers draped her in colors she had never known existed. A pair of Jogos Nhai presented her with one of their striped zorses, black and white and fierce. A widow brought the dried corpse

If you listen hard enough, you can hear it call you. I struggled to believe but clung to that idea. It wasn't a bad one. I still needed to get the other two pieces of the crown first. It wouldn't do any good to find my dad and the others and then not be able to protect them. The enormous golden dragon read my mind and responded in kind: The crown can only amplify whatever powers you already possess. No more. Laeddin was right, you can destroy her with its power, but only if you trust that you already possess it.

Damian said and they all fell quiet. “We must get to work then” Jordan said, Damian and William stepped closer together with their separate keys. They inserted the keys in the chest and paused for a moment waiting for Jordan’s instruction. “Now” he said and they turned the key all at once opening the chests and the keys disappeared into thin air and revealed the dragon eggs which were beautiful and made of pure gold that trap anyone who stared at it for too long. “Wow!! This is so beautiful” Damian said staring at them closely.

Just didn’t expect to find it in his hands. I remember the ruby set. A crown and two amulets. One being the amulet of all. That one gave you the power to reign overall. Just if you didn’t know the truth behind you would be oblivious to it for life. That amulet and the ruby crown were a pair. They made both pure gold and rubies.

Its scales shimmers like polished obsidian. Hiro noticed nine towing rings of different colors— Ruby red, Sapphire blue, Emerald green, Amethyst purple, Gold, Silver, Copper, Bronze and Iron— adorn its mighty neck. Hiro knows the rings might mean something to the dragon. "You came at last to free me from this. Thank you, my King." the dragon spoke which made Hiro smile. It was a female Dragon. "You are very magnificent." Hiro told the dragon. "Thank you and you are small," the dragon said again and if possible Hiro's smile grew wider. "Come, let's go. It's been a long time since I flew and I want that." She added.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

I rose to my feet and staggered down the tunnel to the mouth of the cavern, feeling the wind raised by the dragon’s wings blow back my skirts and braid, whipping the stray hairs that had worked their way free against my face, and setting the pearls around my neck swaying. The dragon wheeled on a wing tip, and roared again, blowing out a shock of fire. He was breathtakingly beautiful, his scales grading from white across his stomach, green gold, to the rich gold of the treasure pile behind me. The spikes that ranged along his back held threads of orange through them. Like the sculptures of lions in the castle, his head was square jawed and regal, and his legs muscled, and claw tipped. His win

With a slight gesture of her hand, the velvet covering inside the glass case was lifted. The reveal drew immediate attention. A traditional imperial dragon motif. Unlike the modern minimalism of Wings, Firm Jewelry's set embraced classical opulence. The necklace coiled like a golden dragon mid-flight, its body crafted from high-polish gold with intricate scale engravings. Ruby eyes gleamed beneath the spotlight. The claws gripped a suspended emerald sphere—symbolizing dominion and fortune. Matching earrings curved like miniature dragon talons. The bracelet mimicked a coiling tail. The ring bore a raised dragon head, detailed and aggressive.