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The battle between the Astral immortal and the dragons continued, sending surges of power through the air. “What is this?” someone asked, unable to comprehend what was happening. In the next moment, the Astral immortal was struck hard by the blood-red dragons and sent flying. He spat out blood, his face turning pale. The blood-red dragons continued their relentless assault, their massive bodies and immense blood energy pounding the Astral immortal with unyielding force. The Astral immortal’s expression grew grim as he suffered severe injuries. He coughed up blood repeatedly, teetering on the edge of death and wracked with excruciating pain. The dragons before him radiated an overwhelming sen

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

The higher the level of bloodline awakening, the more talented they will appear and the higher their appearance will be, while this symptom will become more and more serious. Unfortunately, Kristen is the most severe type, which is why her appearance is so high. The impulse of a normal bloodline sorcerer's symptom lasts about a day, and most of them can be controlled through restraint training. More severe cases can be suppressed by medication or spell healing in time. However, if Kristen's symptoms do not subside within an hour, she will be in excruciating pain. The solution is simple: just let it out. As a dragon mage, Christine has inherited the lustful nature of dragons. When they are at

My mate, Carnelia, is around 80 years old–an adult, but more equivalent to a human teenager in development–Dragons live exceptionally long lives, especially those of us from the most noble bloodlines. But whoever lives here, whatever lives here, feels far older than my father ever did, far older than any dragon I had ever encountered. Like the lairs of most older dragons, this chamber is damp and cold, like the earth itself, even though gas fires are blazing brightly along the walls. As a dragon ages, they need more heat to sustain themselves, as if their flesh absorbs the heat from the surrounding room as their bodies cool with age. The smell of gas does little to hide the musk of an ancien

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten.

Darkness, the infinite darkness Dull eyes The last breath Arm falls The candle goes out forever A shadow shaped like an ancient beast looks at the decrepit body See a light invisible to the eyes of the living The beast takes control. Her soul, full of dark, rancor, hatred, anger, revenge; but a dim light of hope emits a feeling of love, a love inherited from her mother. Roars… The eyes of the King of the beasts, leader of the “Twelve mythical beasts”. Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green

Enrique sneered, “Tch! Don't joke around, where can there be dragons in modern times like this!” Nicko slowly opened his eyes, and the shadow was still surrounding him, along with the fire that was around his body. Slowly he began to get closer to the two of them and the fire formed a shadow of him. “Huh, why? Now you still want to play with me. Or are you really satisfied with seeing me like this?” he quipped. The dragon power that appears within Nicko is a reflection of anger that emerges from within him. With the power of the red stone that functions as a destroyer, his anger is clear. The dragon is the highest image of his fury.