Half Dragons の小説・ストーリー

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

"Take care of her," Two dragons, red and golden, jumped into the deep dark ocean.

All that was left now were males. Many moons ago, there was a tribal argument over mates. The dragon shifters at the time had low numbers of unmated female dragons. Each hatchling born had been male for many cycles of the moons. Many dragons wished to have chosen mates to expand the prospect of more female dragons. A deal was made with a neighboring tribe once the last 18-year-old female was of age. She was to be delivered the next sundown promptly, for her offspring would guarantee nothing but dragon hatchlings. Unfortunately for the male receiving the female, she found her true mate along the way to our tribe. A non-dragon.

What was the surprise that couldn’t wait until evening? ***** Palash Mithra (Dada) He was a hard-working boy. At 20 he had already managed to find a job as a car mechanic. It gave him a meagre but steady income. When he had lost his parents 6 years back, he was heartbroken. He did not allow himself to grieve. He had a lovely little sister who had to be taken care of. He came from a family where women were respected and treated as equals. The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

Then it dawns on them, crisp and clear, they’ve lost the clasp-Amira’s hair claps made of musgravite stone. ~~~ A full grown red-winged beast flying through the airy womb of sky and gliding through the mountains high and low meets with two other humongous dragons, one that can easily be identified as a rock dragon with the semi-stones covering its entirety while the other one, a desert dragon dominated by Khaki and four sharp horns that curves up to it neck. With the direction they are navigating, one can tell they’re off to the Kingdom of Hauraya. “Can you explain to me what happened?” Douman, the sovereign among the gold dragons, demands answer from his youngest daughter, Alianah, who just