Golden Crow Dragon Novels & Stories

he shifted his crossbow to Mariah, “the shot from this straight to the heart would kill her instantly. Want to know why? Because it’s coated with wolfsbane and Garuda poison, the two most dangerous things to wolves. You can ask her if you don’t believe me.” Alaric turned to Mariah sharply and he didn’t need to ask, he could see it as clear as day in her beautiful blue eyes that the man didn’t lie. Now, finally understanding the situation, his eyes glowed softly as he turned back to Jon. “Hohoho,” Jon laughed happily, “it’s true, golden eyes, glowing golden eyes. A golden dragon, just like my ancestor had said and seen. I can’t believe this, a golden dragon in my shop. Lockdown!” He yelled an

Then Merenrys rose. Her form unfurled into to its true shape, vast and terrible. Her scales caught the dim light and turned it into glimpse of ocean fire: teal and gold, gleaming like sunlit waves, smoothened across her entire dragon body. Along her neck and crown, her scales flowed upward into the semblance of a Nemes headdress, each ridge and fold glittering with embedded gemstones that pulsed like living stars. The gems were not adornment. They were arteries of her power, glowing brighter with every beat of her wrathful heart.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

The twisted metal and sharp shards bit into the flesh of his half-shifted claws, dripping black blood through his fingers. His gloating smile was dead. In its place was a bone-chilling darkness. His gaze locked onto me, his dark gold slitted eyes flashing with a dangerous red light. He looked like a massive dragon waiting to strike, ready to swallow its prey whole. Terrified, I shrank back behind Kaelen. "Get out." Kaelen's eyes instantly snapped into dragon slits, delivering a cold warning to his brother. "Why should I?" Cassian stood up slowly, word by word. "I'm your contracted mate too. I have every right to be here."

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

Just before dinner, he disappeared to the jewelry store in Thorn Pack and bought more gold for his little dragon. It turns out that because of a dragon's love for gold they have jewelry for almost every part of the body. The piece the king loves the most is the gold body chain. Two chains wrap around Roman’s neck, connecting to a single strand that runs down the center of his chest. That single strand branches out, creating a triangle just above his belly button before two chains drape down around his hips and wrap around to his lower back. Ezra even bought his little dragon ankle and foot jewelry. Two dainty little chains wrap around his ankle, becoming a single strand down the top of his f

Suddenly, my hand feels the dragon-type toy. Oh, the G-Dragon. I took it halfway and checked its head. It's beautiful. I smile before pushing it back right at the end. I have done some research about it and found out that a big company actually sells them for a limited time. The linings and the dragon itself are gold. It was solid gold. I was shocked when Canor told me about it. He is a gold expert. He was a miner hunting for gold in Victoria Ballarat when he was young and knew a lot about them. He even knows the company that made this design, and he reckons that this one I'm holding belongs to a royalty.

The black case contained a very intricately designed golden leather opener and a golden fountain pen. Both utensils were golden with black hilts depicting a body of a golden dragon braided along the sides. The heads of the dragons ended on the tops with their mouths gaping open in a roar, about to breathe fire. Claire swore she could imagine the loud rumble; feel the heat about to ignite from the mouths. The journal had a clear gem in the center, with two crescent moons above and below it and a Celtic border along the edges of the leather. Jack’s irritation became obvious when he looked at the gift and took a swallow from his whiskey. “Only a damn dragon would give someone gold and diamonds.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.