Martial Arts Dragon Dragon City 소설 & 이야기

A light-blue color dragon took to the air as a frightening dragon’s sound could be heard. This dragon seemed to be equally shocking. The dragon seemed lifelike in appearance as its whiskers, talons, and scales could be made out clearly. “What the f*ck?! This martial skill is quite strong!” Daniella’s eyes lit up when she saw this. “Is this the Tiger Dragon Fight? Where did Fane get this martial skill from? He’s impossible; this is a second-grade intermediate martial skill!”

They had come expecting a spectacle—dragonfire, a roar, the kind of fury only a warlord could deliver. Instead, they got only to listen to the sound—the wet crack of bone, the slump of a body hitting stone—save for the few standing low enough on the steps, or high enough on the terrace to overlook the spectacle. And that terrified them more. There was no fire. No roar. No spectacle. Just the Dragon Warlord—silent, brutal, precise—closing the distance and driving his claws through the man’s chest like it was always meant to end this way. His father-in-law didn’t scream. There wasn’t time.

Tian Sen opened a book on martial arts techniques and tried out several techniques involving punches and movements; he did this because he wasn’t particularly suited to using weapons at the moment, and besides, Tian Sen didn’t have any weapons on him anyway. “The Fire Lion Fist technique? Hm, this seems suitable, and there’s also the Shadow Step. It seems like a common technique, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right? And besides, this is only at the intermediate level, so it won’t be an issue during the test! Well… that is, if I pass,” Tian Sen calmly read the manual in his room, completely absorbed in himself as he studied the Fire Fist technique.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

Shit, she hasn’t had her heat. “Will it be a normal heat?” I ask because this is the first time a phoenix and a dragon have ever been fated. A dragon’s heat is brutal, and it can kill the female if it isn’t sated as quickly as it starts. I remember one of the females from my thrall had her heat, and her mate wasn’t there. She didn’t last ten minutes. Unlike the other shifters who can mate with any unmated male or female. A dragon can only be mated with their mates. If they don’t, they burn alive.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Jackson, leaning forward with keen interest, interrupted, “Does it happen instantly? Or does it take time?” Shaking his head with a mysterious expression, Dragon replied, “There’s no fixed rule. Sometimes, the feeling is immediate and powerful. Other times, it’s gradual, like slowly discovering a missing piece of yourself.” But Jerry, not entirely satisfied with the answer, gave Dragon a challenging look. Suddenly, he asked a question that was like a stone dropped into still water: “And you, Dragon? Who is your mate?”

Kent called forth his Omni-Calivurn to his side ready for a fight when the marines and knights charged into the scene first. The three went out the manner to find a 12 foot tall mechanized dragon-like creature with white and black scales, red eyes, a silvery claws. His tails extended lashing out like a raging serpent with a three-crowned tip, The Dragon’s back didn’t have wings but instead a mechanical third arm that carried a massive kite shield that carried a wide assortment of weaponry. The Dragon swiped his hand clearing the dust away as he stood up he looked around to see the knights were ready for a fight. But they lowered their weapons and kneeled before the dragon Aisha and Yuuno wer

My first thought veered towards Valerie and that itself had me sprinting out of the office and towards the practising arena with Morn close behind. Brenton yet again snarled at the back of my mind at the thought of his mate being hurt. On the other hand, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. When we reached the arena, a crowd had gathered. I watched the flames rise high up and while it might have been very common a few years ago, now hardly any dragon was allowed in the main territory because apart from me no one could summon their dragon at will nor did they need to.

For three days, Gia had guided Emma into an extenuating training, a very harsh and intense guide into the world of the dragons' martial arts. The Kingdom of Avalor was praised for their master in any kind of fighting technique and their war strategies. If someone was to seek any kind of guidance on those arts, they would seek a dragon expert. Emma thought that Gia would lower his standards and power on her teaching to not anger the Duke. However, Gia was in no way delicate or gentle. She was known for being especially harsh with the new recruits, and she would never break that principle.