Millennial Dragon One Piece Novels & Stories

Daerius is waiting in the hallway, a confused look on his face. “What is a Fight Circle?” He asks as we walk outside. “When a female dragon comes of age, males will fight to be their mate. Also, since female dragons are rare, when a female’s mate dies, the males are supposed to fight for her again,” I explain. “So Kailo fought to get you then?” He asks. I nod. “After I shifted into my dragon at 14, my father declared my availability. Kailo was the first to claim me, but then another man decided he wanted me too.”

Rex replied, slapping his hand when he reached out for another piece. “There is a story about a dragon who could split itself into multiple copies to make it more effective in battle, I am presuming if she is your grandmother, to accomplish such a feat, one would assume she melded her soul with that dragon” Markus said, shrugging his shoulders, “It is merely speculation though.” “Pfft, that is a myth, no one has ever seen it or properly documented such a beast” Marcia said, picking out pieces of fruit from the bowl close to her.

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Garren muttered. “Who is she?” I asked again, my voice sharper. His eyes narrowed on me. His jaw was tense as he took a deep breath. “She is the Dragon spirit. Someone we haven’t seen in centuries. You have Selene and Terra. We have Ryuu.” ***

Traditional lanterns cast a warm glow over their muscular, inked bodies. Akira shoved me into the center of the circle. “Kneel properly, pet. Show the Dragon Clan how eager their new foreign toy is.” I dropped to my knees, spreading my thighs wide and arching my back to present my swollen pussy and ass. “Please, Mistress Akira… honored captains… use your new Dragon pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me with yakuza seed until I’m overflowing.” A deep chuckle rumbled through the room. The first captain, a broad-shouldered man named Kenji with a full-back dragon tattoo, stood and approached. He grabbed my jaw firmly and pushed his thick, heavy cock past my lips.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

He reached out and took my hand, giving me a quiet sense of security. Everyone crowded around Drakon and Vania, showering them with praise. Only two serving maids stood near Lysander and me. "The Crown Prince is truly remarkable! A golden egg right away!" "Of course! The Crown Prince is a true Gold dragon. His child could only be golden!" Drakon's smile stretched so wide his lips nearly touched his ears. "My child could never be anything less," he boasted. Vania stood beside him, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”