Little White Dragon Novelas e Histórias

"Don't you like your dada?" She nodded to say yes. "I am part of this world." Tatya stood next to him laughing like a demon, "I am part of this world too" Scared Anya looked at him and he hit a rod on Palash's head. Blood gushed out of his head drenching Anya's drawing. The smell of blood, the feel of warm wetness on her hands.... DADA.... NO... She woke up gasping for breath. Her bedside clock showed 4 am.

- He replied slowly, and Callista grabbed his hand. - Tell me now!- She squeezed it. Kylan glanced at her. - It was nothing special, not compared to the Dragon King. It was some average-sized dragon. The witch looked at him again. - Anything else? What color was it? Kylan stayed quiet for a while. - It was a white, plain white dragon. Callista watched him with her lips parted. - Come again?

Mikel said, looking hurt even as his eyes remained blue. "They want the power to be shifted to the North Wings dragons, the black dragons, as they want to trample on all the lands, more human lands, and rule over the entire world," Mikel said, and I frowned at the thought of that. "But I cannot let that happen. We have been at war for years, the white dragons against the black dragons, and we finally came to an agreement as the white dragons were stronger. The royal blood remains with us white dragons, and I am the last royal white dragon left of the royal dragon family blood," Mikel said, cupping my face upward again to kiss me. I curved my head, making him end up kissing my right cheek.

His mistress, a woman wearing a red nightgown with dainty features, was preparing to have dinner when she found herself in this room with Alex. “Alex?” she called him softly and crawled to hide behind him. “Who are you?” he asked in a low voice. “Someone you should be scared of always,” Brishor replied, as jade green spiked rippled from his shoulders and upper arm. “I am the Dragon King of Galdere, and this is my General, Chezzal.” Alex gasped. So scared he was that his bladder released and his pants became wet. And his mistress—she became unconscious.

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

The Dragon seemed to have shaken himself and was already gliding through the grasslands, breathing fire down at the SHS guns pointed right at him. Elijah's massive grey dragon gave a huff of relief at the sight of his son and rushed after him to scale the wide area where SHS guns were laid. 'The potion worked, Little Wolf.' Dom informed Iris, who had been impatiently waiting for news. She sighed in relief. Master Aikis had collaborated with the Capricorn Witches to create a shield against SHS dark magic, so that only the chemical might render the person slightly weak for a while but couldn't reach the animal. The potion had been distributed to all of Dom's army.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

He would make a fantastic mate for someone one day. Teacups clinked in front of us, not the beautiful white ones swirled with gold and silver. These were plainer. The witch poured a thick brown liquid with a splash of cream inside. “Male dragon,” the witch glanced at Nicholas. “Please drink.” Nicholas eyed the teacup and then to Orion, who only nodded. Grasping the cup, he took a swift gulp, handing it back to the witch. The white powder was thrown, dusting part of the cup where Nicholas placed his lips. Turning black, she tisked, glaring back at Orion. “He has black magic in him,” her voice clipped. “I’ll summon several friends of mine. We can remove it tonight.”

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"