Hielochiim Dragon Adventures Novels & Stories

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

“Engage and isolate.” My dragon dives. The wind howls past my ears as the battlefield rushes upward to meet us. I choose the first hostile dragon I see—dark scaled, larger than most, circling toward Aurelion’s position. The fool never even notices me. I slam into him from above. The impact rattles my teeth. My claws tear across his wing joint before he can react, and the dragon screams as the membrane splits beneath my strike. He drops out of the sky in a spiral. I do not bother watching him fall.

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

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

Arkalis instructs calmly, his hands behind his back. Christian and I rushed to the drum and filled our buckets. Arkalis helped me in placing mine on my shoulder, while Christian skillfully placed his on his shoulder. I pouted in jealously, I want to be strong. But anyway, I am going to be consoling myself, with the fact that Christian is a guy who turns into a dragon since he became eleven. I wasn't able to hold on to the sticks linked to the buckets on my shoulder for up to ten seconds before it came crashing to the ground again. Christian on the other hand carried it very well showing off his muscles self. He only encountered problem with keeping the water from pouring little by little.

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?”

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

I point at her and nod my head enthusiastically in her direction. “Silence. You have no right to mock me. I am a dragon and I won’t stand by and watch as you think you can come into my realm and worm your way into the hearts of our people.” Gasps sound out and some dragons snarl at her when I smirk at this delusional bitch. Vilkas growls at her when I hold my hand out to him to stop and shake my head. “Emalia was it? Well, it seems like you’re delusional. You see that on his neck and this here?” I point to my mark, then to the heart scale beating in my chest.

“Did you forget that me and Clairmont are both dragons?” Mielle was silent for a minute. “But still…” I remained smiling. “It’s okay. You saw how strong we are back when we captured Saul. We can take pretty much take care of ourselves.” With the power of cheat stats and skills, babyyy~ “Besides, there are a number of high-ranking adventurers in this kingdom. We’ll just be there to help them vanquish the dragon.” In times like this, helping out with each other sounded beautiful. Cue the dramatic scenes of one adventurer defending other adventurer in a life and death battle. Apart from being able to see that scene (for someone who’s a sucker for touching stories like me), I might even made new