Memoirs Of A Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?

"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 the land." Ember's eyes widened, her breath catching in wonder. "What kind of memories, Grandfather?" Orion's smile hinted at mysteries untold. "The memories of ancient civilizations, of mighty rivers and forgotten forests. Elyrian's scales whispered tales of love and loss, of triumph and defeat." As Orion spoke, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by the vibrant colors of Elyrian's kingdom. "One day, a young adventurer named Lyra stumbled upon the hidden city," Orion continued.

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."

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.

Heat washed across my skin. I braced for pain. Instead, warmth settled into my bones. The sensation startled me. The fire felt familiar. Comforting. Like stepping into a house after years spent wandering through winter. The flames twisted and shifted. Slowly, a shape emerged. My breath caught. A dragon stepped from the fire. Every story I had ever heard suddenly seemed inadequate. Its scales gleamed like molten ruby. Massive wings unfolded behind it, vanishing into the darkness overhead. Gold eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my knees weak.

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