Httyd The Book Of Dragons の小説・ストーリー

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

Ash and smoke smeared the horizon, a black tide rolling across the kingdom’s once-green hills. Serenya stood at the edge of Dawnspire’s ruined battlements, her cloak whipping in the furious wind. The sky itself seemed split, torn open by wings—fiery wings that beat with the rhythm of thunder. Dragons.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Dragons described as gods in one text and tyrants in another. Truth, I was learning, depended heavily on who survived long enough to write it down. I searched for dragons too. Not the grand myths—I’d already skimmed those—but the quieter things. Social structures. Bonds. Politics. How dissent formed. How it spread. How it was buried when it became inconvenient. The whispers I’d overheard in the city clung to me like burrs. Structure shifting. Tradition under threat. Leverage. Those weren’t the words of people afraid of humans.

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.

The scorching heat of a dragon seared right through my thin clothes, making my chest tremble. "Mate..." A dark fire ignited deep in his gold eyes. His burning lips reverently kissed my forehead, my nose, and finally, the corner of my mouth. "My Elara... My only one..." Every word he breathed was laced with a desperately restrained, almost feral tremor, like he was reciting the most sacred prayer. Caught in this aggressively possessessive yet intensely gentle embrace, I parted my lips and responded softly: "I'm here."

[Warning: This chapter consists of gore and details of the live murder of innocents. Reader discretion is advised.] Waai was shocked at the sight of the people he thought he had left to guard the hostages and probably be gifted with some new ones on his return. So, he roared, "What the hell happened?" One of the younger witches, Lydia, answered, "The dragons came for their hostages." Y's eyes flared, "So what? We were prepared!"

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

he then beckoned her to follow him. Minerva's heart thudded heavily against her rib cage as she followed Dalton. She scaled through the staircase as apprehension filled her inside. ‘What were the dragons doing here in the RedShire capital?’ she thought to herself. It was dark outside and the expanse of cobblestone ground was lit up by burning torches. She leaned forward so she could get a better view of what was happening below. She gasped when her eyes fell on dark-scaled dragons prowling in the courtyard. “What is going on?” He asked no one in particular. Her eyes almost bulge out when one of the dragons whips his head at a window, shattering the glasses.

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and