Little White Dragon の小説・ストーリー

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

"It's my turn now." Wilbur cast a blow toward Hadirt, forming a white dragon that pounced on him. Hadirt moved into a defense position, but the white dragon was nowhere to be seen. It appeared behind Hadirt the next second, shattering his defensive barrier with a flick of its tail. The white dragon clawed at Hadirt, grabbing him in its strong talons. Hadirt cast a blow at the same time, the pressure crushing the white dragon at once. Wilbur had leaped up to Hadirt then, and he punched Wilbur in the side of his face.

The big white dragon sees me and I shoot, missing him, but pushing him out of the way, as I take aim at the big bejeweled dragon again. As I watch, she lifts up higher into the air, snatching a harpoon out of the sky and blowing her fire on it and incinerating it. Now is my chance, now is the time for me to shoot her. I take aim at her wing and shoot. Just as the harpoon leaves the launcher, the little white dragon, the one we tried for months to claim, flies in front of her, blocking the harpoon from hitting her and taking the harpoon straight into the chest.

She said that if I was willing to give my life for her, then she was willing to give her life and love to me. She and I have talked a lot about the small white dragon that the others were torturing, trying to get him to submit. Now that I understand more about what that means to a dragon, I believe that he had already submitted to his rider. I can’t know for sure, but the beautiful, multi-colored dragon seemed to be the most possessive of him, so I’m assuming that she was his rider.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

He could breathe fire and also breath ice. Lastly was a pure white dragon, the smallest of the three. The young dragon did not land on the ground before transforming and launching herself at one of the twins. Mist was hyperactive, being the last born of prince Xander/Malachai, she was the last of the three musketeers. Ah yes, the Musketeers. A werewolf princess, a dragon princess and a royal nagini. Emerson, Mist and Mya were destructive when put together. Mist was the youngest of the three, Emerson being fourteen, Mya thirteen and Mist, twelve.

The dragon’s head blazed with an icy light that almost compete with the morning sun. Ada closed her wide mouth, not realizing that they were open. The stories she had heard about the white dragon, never painted a beautiful but yet scary picture of a creature who can absorbed light into its body. The village story tellers only said that the white dragons were extinct, she never thought she could see one and live to tell the tale. “Why would you want to help a creature like me?” The beast asked. Ada took several steps backwards as the creature lowered its head. She could see its brown eyes. They were strong and beautiful.

All of a sudden it dawns on me that Liberty and Justice have been awfully quiet this entire meeting. ‘Girls? What’s up?’. ‘I… I don’t know Lola. It was easy rejecting them when they were total *ssholes. But they seem really sorry. And their wolves have been reaching out to me, profusely apologizing and saying they had deeply rooted reasons to hate rogues’ Liberty speaks up. ‘Oh come on! We were technically rogues, yes, but they knew very well I only had been one for 2 weeks, and was no threat to anyone! We weren’t feral!’ Liberty remains quiet now. A thought pops up into my head and I turn to Drake asking “what about dragons actually, do they have mates?”. “They do honey, they also get 1 tru

said the little dragon, staring seriously at the giant. A powerful aura also emanated from the little dragon's body, easily countering the pressure from the blood figure. The little dragon did not want to fight too long in a place like this because it might invite someone unpleasant for him to meet. "I really don't want to play with you guys, let's finish this quickly before someone shows up and disturbs us here!" The little dragon raised its hand and instantly its white hair turned black along with its eyes. The little dragon's eyeballs were like bottomless pits, always ready to swallow anyone nearby.