How To Survive As A Terminally-ill Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

I feel the pain in his words and I continue petting him. "Maleah was her name. It matched her soft sweetness. When she increased in age, a strange illness made it painful for her to do so much. At first it was bearable, but as the years went on she could no longer fly on my back or even stay upright for long periods. She finally asked me to end her life. I told her no." Oh my precious dragon. "I woke one night and she'd thrown herself from a perch." He couldn't see my tears. I could do nothing but hug him.

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….

My knees threatened to give but somehow, I stayed upright. The black dragon’s gaze never wavered. Those molten pits weren’t just looking at me…they were reading me. Like I’d just volunteered as lunch. Nope. No way. Absolutely not. My lungs forgot how to work. My boots betrayed me, rooting me to the dirt. And yet, maybe that saved me. Because where others had burned or cowered, the dragon tilted its massive head. Just slightly. Curious. “Survivors!” Professor Carl clapped her hands, delighted. “Welcome to the riders’ program. Those who didn’t survive…well, they won’t need the gear anymore.”

He had put in a lot of effort to finally kill this the survivor of the Inuit in the Ascension Realm. Of course, Dragon was not in a good state at the moment, and the fact that he could kill his opponent was also due to his luck. The tenacity of the survivors of the Inuit was beyond imagination. If Dragon had not exchanged his life for his injury, he might not have been able to kill him. However, no matter what, Dragon had won and their luck was part of their strength. Furthermore, even though the survivors of the Inuit were tough enough, they were not much weaker than Dragon.

Now it seemed as if he was determined to either keep me prisoner or kill me. I remember being told that if I died as would all the Dragons. It was one thing to write about them in stories, but having them roam around and potentially cause chaos to the world, wouldn’t it be better if they just no longer existed? Never in my life did I ever think of suicide, but the more I processed the existence of Dragons and everything that I have learned recently, I thought of it as more of a sacrifice. Not giving it another thought, I loosened my grip on the scale.

Then I saw that sweet, little dragon dead on the ground. Ylys presses her nose against me gently. Suddenly, I begin to see images of dragon babies who can’t break through their eggshells, mothers breaking their eggs only for the little ones to be underdeveloped, then having to watch them die slowly. ‘There are many reasons why a dragon does not mature fully and hatch as it should. One of those reasons is sneak-snakes. Next to humans, they are the greatest predators for our eggs and dragonlings. I wasn’t there, so I can only assume that Scyrlyt killed the sneak-snake that got into her nest, but not before it sank its teeth into one of her eggs. If you hadn’t told her that one of her dragons w

Valeria explained. " Dragons? Didn't they...? I stopped midway, unable to complete my statement but Valeria seemed to have understood the meaning behind my words. Valeria let out a defeated sigh. "Yes. It's said that during that year, many of the dragons were slaughtered alive and the remaining ones went into hibernation." She explained. " So, does that mean that the book is no longer available? I asked, my heart filling with despair. " There might still be a chance." Valeria said.

I opened my eyes. “Did you see it?” Clairmont glanced at me as I glanced him back. “Yo,” I tilted my head and gave him a strange look. “How can a dragon that big live in this world?” “What are you talking about?” Why am I hearing that a lot these days? “Obviously because this world is bigger than them. It’s the golden balance, I tell you.” He’s starting to sound more like a game character. Then again, if the novel did become a game, what genre would it be?

said the dragon king . ' I am done for ! He even prepared the recipe to cook me !...............Does he really eat humans ?!..........Why am I so miserable ?! Why do I have to die ?!......That bastard father of mine ! It's all his fault that I am in such a situation ! After I die , I will become a ghost and make your life miserable to the point that you will willingly kill yourself !......Mother , you are the only one , I worry about the most . I will make sure to protect you well !.........Haaaa......Now that I have sorted out my final thoughts , I can rest in peace . ' thought Charlotte with a depressed expression .

The area was inflamed, with chunks of scales lifting away from his body. “I’m sorry Miss Bell. This is what I was afraid of. His body is beginning to break down.” Dr Squire stood back up, taking the gloves from her hands as if she was done. I looked at her as if she was mad. “Well, what can we do then? There must be something we can do?” Her eyes finally met mine. “Now this is happening, the chance of him surviving is extremely low. Dragons rarely recover once their skin begins to shed.” I shook my head furiously. “No. I won’t accept it.”