Memoirs Of A Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sleep now, my prince, of life in the nights Your face is shining and your wings spread so bright For I know a secret I promise to keep You are the dragon, and the one and only Hush now, my dragon, and have a sweet dream I will protect your life ‘till your dreams come true And take the courage that you need dragon prince For you, my last dragon, take pride and glory You’re my dragon, you’re hope You’re my dragon, you’re love. Draco listened to the song with tears in his eyes. The fondest memories from his past just appeared. He recalled the voice. He recalled the lullaby. He recalled the woman’s hand was caressing on his head. Also… Draco remembered the sweet and soft kiss on his lips. The in

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

Since the little dragon was skeptical, Long Chen sent over a memory from the past; in that memory, the little dragon witnessed firsthand the battle between the golden dragon and the black dragon as they fought together against a figure shrouded in a blood-red aura. "This… Who is he? Why don’t I know him?" the little dragon asked, startled and frightened just from seeing that blood-red figure. Even though it was just a memory, the little dragon could still feel the fear emanating from the illusion. Just how terrifying was the monster that had fought the Golden Dragon Emperor and the Black Dragon?

"...a mighty dragon, scales shining like stars, ruled the land with wisdom and kindness." Cathryn leaned in, a smile on her lips. Lucine, Rosalind, Tristan, and Athena listened, entranced, as the throne room transformed into a realm of wonder. Ember's laughter echoed, her tiny hands waving. "More, Grandfather! More!" Orion's eyes twinkled, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment. "Ah, but the best tales are yet to come, little one..." Orion's voice grew more animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "In the heart of the dragon's kingdom, a magnificent city shimmered with crystal spires and gemstone streets. The dragon, named Elyrian, possessed a secret: its scales held the memories of t

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

Standing outside her door tonight, I felt it press harder than it has pressed yet. And then the vision came. Fragmented. Brief. Not the clear waking vision of something experienced but the quality of something remembered — which made no sense because I had not experienced what it was showing me. Not in this body. Not in this life. But the dragon had. Or the dragon knew. Or the dragon carried some memory of what it was designed to be before the curse told it to be silent, some record of the thing it was reaching toward that it had never forgotten even through a century of forced dormancy.

It isn’t quite so simple in the human world. ‘It’s not simple in the dragon world either, but neither queen has a better way of describing what Skylar did. None of us have any memories of this happening in the past. A silver’s memories are longer than any dragon except the queens, and the queens don’t remember anything like this happening in the past. The only way they know how to describe it is by saying she’s special.’ I focus on Skylar as she shifts in my arms. I ineffectively fight my grin when she turns toward me and curls up in my lap.

The Sorceresses were less vocal, but were equally proud and relieved that the task was done. Nayara and Ghaeron, however, flew down to the far end of the valley, where their sire had fallen to the ground. The Knights and Sorceresses were intrigued, but were reluctant to approach the body of the huge Dragon, who was easily twice the size of his offspring. It was apparent that his mate had managed to inflict a serious wound upon him. A pool of blood formed beneath the great gash in his belly. And while a Dragon’s essence was immortal, it was possible for their physical form to perish, though it was difficult to cause it to do so. There was little that could be done for Gheyaral, and the younge