Golden Crow Dragon Novels & Stories

Although there were not many of them, it would still benefit a lot if it was swallowed by him. Although he spent 300 million taels of gold, Zephyr Khan felt that it was worth it. Real dragons and other kinds of divine dragons were rare in the Ethereal Land, and this divine dragon had become an ancient legend. Zephyr Khan would buy it without hesitation, let alone 300 million. While Zephyr Khan was still observing the python, the auction continued in the square. Finally, when Zephyr Khan finished observing and placing the Silver Horn Golden Tattooed Python in his Storage Ring, the auction outside finally came to an end.

Anna admitted as she stepped out of his hug. “So? Would you like to accept it, my dear wife?” Alex teased, pinching her cheek when she still hadn't answered. “Yeees! I will!” She pouted. Anna immediately walked away until she was standing at the same distance she had used while sparring with Diego. “Reaaady... Start!” Julie announced once more. Gold magic energy surrounding Alex's body. Moments later, everyone was amazed when a magnificent two-headed gold dragon appeared in front of them.

There was no escaping without making myself seen. Before I could do anything more stupid, I heard the galloping of a horse behind me. I turned, still crouching, and saw Alpha Alexander on a regal white horse, his face contorted in rage. I heaved a relieved sigh and stood up from my crouch, just as my uncle's men morphed into their different wolf forms. Four wolves, four deadly beasts. Alexander himself leaped down from the horse and morphed midair. Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously.

she asked, her words muffled by her knees as she hugged them close, remembering Rhyzar’s mysterious ability to heal her. Gerda tilted her head thoughtfully. “You might call it magic,” she said, “though we consider it a gift. It pools in one among us—a blessed person we call ‘Draken,’ which in our tongue means ‘dragon.’ This gift can manifest in many ways—manipulating the elements, altering physical forms—”

A colossal dragon throne in front. A man draped in golden robes appeared escorted by two guards clad in dazzling red armor. He had long silver hair with blue eyes. His horns on his head had a slight tint of gold to them. A humbled golden crown sat around his head resembling more a Laurel wreath than a majestic crown. The Drakon speaks.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

Yet, somehow, she knew them. The man was similarly dressed like the woman. But where she had leather sleeves and trews that laced up, he had no sleeves and full leather trews that were loose enough to move in but not so loose that they would hamper his fighting ability. On his head was a crown. A crown of the purest gold braided with platinum and inlaid with the largest ruby she had ever seen. It was easily as big as her fist. On the crown were several figures and when she tried to look closer, she realizes that they were dragons in flight. Mira gasped and realized that this was not only the ruler of the Keep, but the fabled Dragon King.

“Do you vow to reign not above, but beside? To rule not with fire, but with flame and light in balance?” “I vow it,” she said, raising her daughter slightly. “For them. For all.” “And do you come as one half of a flame reborn, in union not of duty, but of soul?” She turned to Drakonios, whose eyes were full of emotion—something unthinkable even a year ago. “I do,” she said softly. The elder nodded and stepped back. And then came the crown. --- It was unlike any ever worn in Qombinia—a circlet forged of Xaerathian stargold and Qombinian flame-crystal. Four points crowned it—one for each bloodline—and a single star-shaped gem pulsed at its center.

Astonishment and rage showed on his face "Make way !! Make way!! " he immediately jumped inside the flowing ice lake and brought out the imperial egg, when he came out he was shivering from head to toe as he is a Gold dragon who can't frost nor near cold, he only risked his life to safe the imperial hatchling because the king will order the eradication of his whole family if anything happen to the imperial eggs

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.