Golden Crow Dragon Novels & Stories

Wang Qian smiled bitterly, "Mr. Liu, all of the materials you need are rare and precious. How could we gather them so fast? We've only found Golden Phoenix Meat now." Chu Xun's eyes lit up. The so-called Golden Phoenix Meat was not the meat of a phoenix but that of the Three-legged Golden Crow. The Three-legged Golden Crow was known as the incarnation of the sun and claimed to be Golden Phoenix. It was rare, and its flesh and blood contained precious life essence. Although the Three-legged Golden Crow was few in number, its combat strength was terrifying. It could be said to be on par with the Kylin race. There was no Three-legged Golden Crow found on the earth yet. Chu Xun had thought that

Aunt Grace asks as the three of them begin to glow. “The Falkor line of dragons is the golden dragon line. It passes to the females in the species. This is my dragon’s magic,” Madelyn tells them. I connect with her mind and feel the energy flowing between the three of them. It’s almost like water flowing through them, their energies combining and strengthening each other’s. “That’s why the dragon image on your marking spot is gold, right?” Uncle Eli asks. “Yes,” I confirm, watching them. “I’ll have to call King Ailduin. I’ll wait until Cara and Angel have tried first though. I want to know if they feel what we feel or if it’s different for them, especially for Angel who descends from a diffe

Without an ounce of hesitation, it shot straight at the three revenants that towered over it like mountains bearing down on a sparrow. With one crow against three revenants, the gap in size alone should have made the outcome obvious. But the explosion of power that followed was enough to steal the breath from everyone watching. The divine crow that had been reborn within the golden heavenly light was no longer anything close to an ordinary bird. Golden lines that shimmered like scattered starlight wound across its entire body, and every single feather on its frame was as hard as primordial divine iron. The edges of its wings carved through the air wherever they passed and left behind spatial

He reached out and took my hand, giving me a quiet sense of security. Everyone crowded around Drakon and Vania, showering them with praise. Only two serving maids stood near Lysander and me. "The Crown Prince is truly remarkable! A golden egg right away!" "Of course! The Crown Prince is a true Gold dragon. His child could only be golden!" Drakon's smile stretched so wide his lips nearly touched his ears. "My child could never be anything less," he boasted. Vania stood beside him, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

She leans against me and closes her eyes. Bynjym begins floating in the air, turning his head to watch, but he stays quiet. It takes me a moment, but then I realize that Skylar has started to glow a golden color. ‘Bynjym, are you seeing this?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What does it mean?’ I ask. ‘I don’t know, other than she’s drawing from the power of a gold dragon. I wonder, if she drew from my power, would she glow silver.’ Cyryl snaps at Bynjym, obviously not wanting her rider to pull power from anyone other than her.

Her blond hair was covered in vomit. "Archon, we have to save her. We need her to help seal the witch. Help me." Warren called the eidolon, and the spiritual essence wrapped around his body protectively. "Warren to Scald Crow, I found the chosen, I don't know what she took, but it's killing her." He pried an eyelid open, and a fierce lizard eye stared into his. "Her face looks like it's altered," He pulled the stringy black hair away from the head and saw green pointed ears. "Why does she have green and pointed ears." "Goblins breath," Jack's voice said in a low tone. "Someone created it in the middle ages. We had quite the time getting it under control."

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

Editha replied politely “For prince Edmund? are royal purchasing coins from your family?” Draco questioned her to which Editha smiled and said “We are providing stamped or engraved gold coins to castle since century now…. this was our family business and our family was the only one who was working in this town Jotsar as gold smith… we are serving royals with all sort of royal designed gold coins… the one that I just offered you are the new coins where prince Edmund and specifically asked us to add Dragon wing on coin, this new batch is ordered by prince for Malshie festival” Editha replied hearing which Draco and Jasmine shared a common look

"We're both dragons. Of course, we're connected." "But you know what I noticed?" A small sly smile curled on her lips. "Those comrades of yours didn't have a pool of golden blood on their corpse when I killed them. They had regular red blood. So, why do you have gold? What makes you different?" He didn't answer and just stared at her, with unnamed emotions flashing in his eyes. "I like to believe gold is a regal color. Perhaps, you're a descendant of King Filimon?" she pressed. When he remained quiet, it felt as if she already got her answer. "I thought so. What was stolen from the dragons, Clyde? What kept them strong?"

Aurelion. The golden dragon was enormous. Majestic did not begin to hold him. His body curved through the light like a living crown, scales brilliant gold but edged with a faint phantom outline that shimmered silver-white at the edges. He was not fully physical in this place, yet every part of him felt more real than stone. His wings were vast, folded partly around the empty space, each membrane glowing with hidden fire. Horns swept back from his head like blades forged from sunlight. His claws rested against nothing and still seemed capable of breaking mountains.