Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire Dragon の小説・ストーリー

"How dare you come into our kingdom and murder our warriors! You may be great at martial arts, but we dragons possess a supreme power that you werewolves cannot comprehend. We can produce fire, you can't!" In unison, the five dragons opened their enormous jaws and unleashed torrents of fire, aiming to incinerate Blaze where he stood. The flames roared through the air, a wave of scorching heat threatening to consume everything in its path. Blaze, however, merely smirked. The sky above darkened ominously, and from the swirling clouds, a massive and violent water spout formed, twisting and churning under Blaze's mental command. The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, s

"But in Ketu, we have your dad, Ghaddar Hinn Drakon, the blue fire breathing dragon to guard us all." "I never saw dad turn into one." I pouted. "He didn't since a long time ago. Only I was the last one to witness it." my mother mused with eyes glittering in love to my father. "So if daddy is the dragon, those dragons wont come here, right?" I asked again still staring at the book I held in the lap. Then mother pointed a dragon with dark red staining its forehead.

Bighorns on the left and right, and several small horns on each head. The fire dragon's snout is open, he wants to do something like fighting the illusion tree. But Rail is not an illusion tree, he is an angel of death. He snapped his wand. Then lightning struck very hard. Not only that, but a puff of black smoke also appeared and formed a jet-black giant.

Chapter 82: Thousand Years Ago Third Person’s POV Kian doesn’t want to answer her question at all, but Oliver was also looking at him with the same question written on his face. Crystal alone wasn’t easy to handle, as he couldn’t win against her face at all. But coupled with Oliver’s not-so-cute face, the attack was very lethal. Dragons, just like wolves, inherently know that they are to be led by someone who is more powerful. The fact that Kian is facing the Dragon King, even if Oliver is a fire dragon and he’s a water dragon, he could feel how powerful he is.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

Today it is a battlefield, coated in blood and fire, already beginning to reek of death and distruction. A dragon lunges toward me from the smoke below. One of Malrec’s. I smell the rot of his allegiance before he even opens his jaws. He roars and spits fire. I meet him head-on. Our flames collide in the air with a thunderous burst of heat. The impact shakes the sky as I slam into him with my full weight, claws ripping across his chest before he can recover. He screams. I end him quickly. There is no time for hesitation today.

I growl out before using my magic to get in front of him. His eyes widened slightly as I appeared directly in front of him. Without giving him the chance to react I let my claws out, slashing his across the chest with both hands. He screams out in pain as blood spurts from his chest. “A female dragon!” He yells angrily, “how did I not know about you!” I laugh darkly as I create two fire balls in my hands. “You’ll die today, right now. No need to worry about who I am,” I reply darkly, my anger feeding into my magic.

No point running now. I drag out a long breath and then turn. Like I had imagined, it was not human or Fae? Or anything related to persons - No, I am staring at the same fiery red eyes from my dreams only that this time.. It has an owner, and according to history which I had spent time reading.. It was a Kragon.. An eight inches fire breathing female dragon that actually walks on it's hind legs. I gulp .. I am doomed.

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo