How To Survive As A Terminally-ill Dragon Novel の小説・ストーリー

I tell her. She nods her head, acknowledging my words. I square up, getting ready for a fight when I feel the signs of my wings coming out. All of the vampires look at me in horror, as if I’m the worst thing they could see right now. Lily already has the first one lying dead on the floor when I launch myself at one of the other ones, grabbing her by the hair I fling her at the wall, she hits it with a sickening crunch, falling to the floor. Without waiting until they’re all dead I use my dragon's breath to light her body on fire, turning her to ashes so there’s no chance she’ll come back alive.

The volcanic ash that was harmful to living creatures was tonic for them, and there was no cold strong enough to keep a dragon’s throat cool. “Not good!” Kylie quickly retreated, flying through the air with great speed as she tried to get out of the dragon’s sight. Her eyes which had been displaying an eerie amount of calm all this while finally showed some degree of panic as she rushed to save herself. Unfortunately for the young Beastman, it was already too late. From the moment the red dragon decided that it was going to engulf her in flames, her life – at least the one within this dream – was forfeit!

Alicia said sadly, staring at the paled body of Mira in the glass which has several tubes connected to it. "What is a dragon bath?"Alexa asked curiously. "Well,dragon bath is the sacred bath in which a dragon bathes someone with his fire but it is very destructive because dragon's clan have 30% of surviving but when they survive it,they gain great powers and strength. On Mira's part,she has 1% possibility of surviving the dragon bath."Alicia said. "I guess that is not an option,"Alexa said. "I got something to tell you,"Alicia said.

Loras' body contracts and he lets out a groan as the salty taste fills her mouth. She smiles and gets next to him, wrapping her arms around his now relaxed body. "Woman... If I knew what that mouth could do I would have lost our little bet since before we made it." He sighs and pulls her closer in a tight cuddle. "Now will give me the answers?" She asks. "Ah yes... That's the other thing that mouth can do." "Annoy you?" "Greatly. But It's worth it." He sighs dramatically and Astrid laughs. "The dragon's fire kills everything it touches. The only exception are members of the royal bloodline. Dragon tamers."

she yelled, storming out of his office, her long hair bouncing down her back in a thick braid. He didn’t bother going after her. There wasn’t anything he could say to change things. This was their destiny. His dragon already showed signs of weakening. It was only a matter of time before he decided never to wake up again, leaving Vikter so empty, he’d die soon after. * * *

And yet, my people were dying because of them. I thought of the high nursery caves in Drakoria. For three hundred years, the nests had been turning cold. Every season, fewer eggs cracked. The ones that did open brought forth hatchlings with twisted wings and dead eyes. Our own fire was eating us alive from the inside out. Without the blood of the First Vessel to anchor our ancient power, the dragon race would be dust before another century passed. Three centuries of war, nine conquered kingdoms, and our survival came down to whatever weak creature was hiding beneath those cracked roof tiles.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat. “When we find our mate, we will stop at nothing to have her,” he had said,’You won’t have a choice,” Adam had told her,”Even though you are human, you will soon feel it too, and there will come a time when you will resist no more. Drago will claim you, Madchen, but not until you are ready.” Well she wasn’t sure she was ready, but Drago’s soft, delicious kisses, and his warm, no hot hands caressing her body...A heat was building inside her, one she had never experienced before.

, exterminating us and bounding the rest of us to her creations she deemed strong enough to match us and control us. Putting a leash on creatures of freedom. The ultimate punishment." The spite in her tone made me wince. I had my opinions on the matter but I kept them to myself. "In binding us to these bodies, she decided that it was not enough. We needed something stronger to balance all that power and strength, lest we destroy ourselves and the bodies in our violence. She created bonds that linked souls to each other. Giving us partners of equal strength. Partners that could handle us and we could handle in return. Of course, that was where the wench got the idea of mates.

"Take it. You have to do this. It's the only way you can stop the bleeding." She took hold of the poker with a cloth to shield her hand from its searing heat. Alena’s eyes widened with a mixture of fear and understanding as she positioned herself for the unconventional procedure. The rod hissed as it connected with Caleb's damp flesh. The acrid scent of burning tissue quickly filled the air and she clenched her teeth at the thought of the pain this was causing her brother. As the poker did its job, Alena fought back tears, focusing on the urgent task at hand. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she carefully controlled the searing metal. After what felt like an eternity, she withdrew th