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

My father was a werewolf. But my father was never kind to me. He never looked at me like I was his. And my mother– I do not know anything about my mother. She died when I was born. No one speaks of her. No one tells me who she was. What if– I shake my head. I am being ridiculous. I am just a girl. A slave. A nobody. But the book says something else. I read the next page. The Dragon God's children can survive things that would kill others. They heal faster. They burn brighter. Their hearts beat differently.

“You really are…. I never expected to see an anomaly like you in this world. But my question is, how are you still alive? Those bastards shouldn’t be happy about your presence!” The black dragon stared intently at Xiao Chen with intense curiosity. This was because, of every anomaly that had ever been born, not a single one had ever truly managed to survive—they all ended up dying because of that very rule. He remembered someone who had died due to an unnatural surge in power; with every surge… the rules of the heavens seemed intent on killing him—once, twice, three times. He did manage to win each time, but so what? They still couldn’t escape death.

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

I watch as Cal pushes his healing into me, trying to save me and then my mother arrives, also trying to save me. Then I watch as the light in my eyes goes out and Eliane snaps because her dragon just died. Mom collapses over my body and begins the awful, mournful sound of a dragon’s lament. The scene shifts and now the battle is over. However, as I look around, I see my mother and father both crying their dragon’s lament, a lament because they lost me.

With pale skin that looked like she was born under the cold mountains of Everus and hair as white as snow and eyes a bright amber auburn that looked fiery in the light. Her village was small enough to be nameless and they were mostly crop farmers. Thriving on the produce of the little crops they could plant in their tiny backyard. Villagers rarely left the small settlement. There really wasn't much to see. News of the city was slow to reach them but it reached them everyday. The political unrest between Everus and Castamere was growing everyday. The two kingdoms although close to each other, were always at war, so much so that anyone from Everus coming to Castamere was killed on sight. Still

“Dragons will do what they must to survive, just like everyone else. What do territories and rivalries mean in the face of survival? It was either lose many or lose everyone. So they migrated. Mortal enemies be damned.” Anzi looked away. She still didn’t understand how any dragon could have survived the Purge at all, but if she looked past it, she could reluctantly understand the urgency of the threat of extinction that would have driven the remaining ones into dangerous territory. But basilisks and gryphons, some of them even working together in a symbiotic relationship in certain stretches of land—it would have been a massacre. However few dragons had escaped Tet’s reach, most of them must

He was never close to dragons so seeing a dragon snuff out its life was always after it had happened. **No, I haven't. Why?** "A dying dragon..." Lana stole a glance at Terry whose face looked uncomfortable with the words she was about to let out. **Please don't leave our anything,** he pleaded at the sight of their hesitant looks. **If there's anything wrong I want to know so I can come up with something to help him. I can't... I can't bear to see him in pain when there's something I can do.** **Please.** Lana bit down on her lip with shut eyes, struggling to get over the lock on her tongue.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

“That’s right.” Magus nodded and explained, “The luck of the world had gathered to form the Dragon’s terrains. Later, those terrains were then converged to form a book. This is the origin of the Fiery Lexicon. The dragon was incomplete because Gwion had cut its head off in the past. The book can only reappear in the world by reshaping the head of that headless black dragon.” “How are we going to do that?” Tyr asked right away.