Iron Shadow Dragon Mode Novels & Stories

“Isn’t it too early?” Lizzy shook her head as she went to work creating a test to see if Chloe carried Tristan’s child. “I probably shouldn’t say this because it’s dangerous for you to bear a child, but, I’m hoping that your half human factor is enough to offset the Lyronia side of you because I’d really love a dragon in the family.”

“I’m sure everyone has heard why we’re having this meeting today. Since we are running out of time, I won’t go into too much detail. Let’s get to the point right away,” Carwyn announced. “There is a Dragon’s terrain in Helsby Mountain. In order to be completely resistant against the erosion of the Devil’s Eye’s hellish lava, one must wear the Cooter Armor from the Iron Family of the Southern Sea to enter it. My son, Vlad, has a high chance of becoming a Demigod. He’ll be able to be the new Demigod of our family if he can wear the Cooter Armor and enter Helsby Mountain to obtain the Dragon’s terrain.

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

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.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Only one thing was that Moore had to try to scream, and Brawen had to stay in the room and torture the thorns so that they cried out in pain. Peagasus, save me, Peagasus, save me – Irina fell to her knees. But in vain, Peagasus had already collapsed outside, and even if it was okay, it would certainly not do anything until it received orders. That's the difference between Moore and countless other dragons - dragons that only wait for their master's command to dare to do it. Brawen chose Moore because of that, she needs a companion who can decide for herself, not a robot waiting for her commands. Because maybe there will be cases where you can't give orders like Irina right now.

With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded. So, Kadita has the chance to make her move. She summoned the sandstorm that made a fog-like all around their area. They both have difficulty seeing because of the sand scattered in the air. However, even though Drakaina has a hard time seeing, she uses her fire power to rain fire by throwing it anywhere, which causes the surrounding – houses, to be destroyed and set on fire, while Kadita is constantly moving around in hiding – approaching Drakaina's position. But in an unexpected turn of events, Kadita was already in the of Drakaina when she feels weak.

Right now- “I didn’t study for this test, but I guess I’ll have to do my best.” Matthew’s voice changed and became deeper, almost like growling. Matthew struck a fighting stance. “Semi Dragon Mode!”

At once we rushed at the dragon. I rained an arrow on it, while Uno used his trait to float themselves. They are on top of the dragon and are trying to fight it. "Iris, aim for the throat! Damn it!" Jaxon smiled at me. I stared at him. I am aiming for the throat but it doesn't work. "It's not working!" I shouted at him. "Use your trait!" Uno shouted. Tsk, I have done nothing else but use my trait. I started making fireball. I also made a wing myself out of fire. I rained fire on it but it did not respond to him.

The images from the lake were burned onto the inside of her eyelids, the slow, hopeless healing, the terrible, necessary cut. “We have to move,” he said, his voice rough, but his eyes were still locked on hers, holding the unasked question. Could they? Another roar, closer. A sharp, pained note in it this time. The dragon was not invincible. Witch-iron. It had to be.