Harry Potter Fanfiction Dragon Lord 소설 & 이야기

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

"Will you make any payment asked of you?" "Yes!" Caroline screamed at the dragon lord. A deep rumbling could be heard, causing the entire academy to shudder as the middle dragon unfurled its mighty form from the mountain of gold. The roar that followed the awakening of the eldest of the triplets was truly deafening and hoping she had done enough the High priestess of Ravenclaw lost consciousness.

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Then the whole family would be burned by the Church of the God of Order, and the land would be taken by the king without an owner. There has been no shortage of such madmen throughout history, but they have all died a horrible death, implicating their families. Even after death, their souls had to be punished. The lord is a dragon vein sorcerer, so naturally he believes in the dragon god. Because the Stewart domain is wealthy, the temple was built with a high-end atmosphere and quality.

"But I'm going to find out. And until I do, you belong to me." Saoirse’s hands curled into fists in the horse’s mane. She would play his game. She would be his mute, stupid servant. She was the Last Dragon. He was the Viper. And he had just invited his own destruction into his home.

Chills transport themselves down Finlay's spine, he didn't know if it was the name Alexander had called him or his request. "I want Ophelia." The ice dragon said at last and Ophelia flinched upon hearing her name. "She's caught my eye and I can shamefully admit that I haven't seen any woman whose beauty I have been smitten by, in the thousands of years I have existed." "A werewolf and a dragon cannot mix," Finlay bit out, he could feel his body quivering for war with this beast. "You do know I am a god, Cameron.." "Do not call me that name again."

“Do you know Primus, My Lord?” Shaking on unsteady legs, I remember to look down and curtsy. I have grown so familiar with Primus that I have forgotten how to behave as a servant. The dragon lord reaches down and pulls me out of my bent position by pinching my chin and forcing my face up towards the sun. His eyes, the most intense icy blue, so pale they are barely visible against the whites of the eyes, inspect me as if I were an object, something to use and discard.