Novel & Cerita My Little Pony Dragon Oc

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

I almost screamed as a deep voice entered my mind. “I'll deal with it. Get on, little one. Before I rip his head from his body and burn his corpse into nothing but ash.” I realized it was Ophir speaking. Dragons were powerful creatures and held such ancient magic. They had the ability to communicate with any shift they wanted to, any being they chose, through telekinesis. I immediately jumped onto Ophir, his scales warm to the touch.

I then removed my hand to show her what I had created. Sophia looked at the small creature in shock. "What is that?" "Valentina is showing off again," one of the other girls joked. "It's a dragon," I giggled as she was fascinated by the miniature dragon sitting on my palm. He had silvery-blue scales and an orange snout. Of course, he wasn't a real dragon. He was just an illusion I created, but he looked real enough to Sophia. "But it's so tiny. Aren't dragons supposed to be as big as a mountain?" Sophia wondered.

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

She indeed recovered very quickly that I can now see the glow of blood on her face, far from her very pale face the last time I saw her before our journey to West Evergreen Forest. "You know what, Mother, Ophelia was the one who made us win over the magical healer's dragon," Prince David said that made me blush a bit. I only did a very small thing so I can't really say that I was the one who made them win over the dragon. "Really?" Her Majesty looked at me, eyes were twinkling and with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Yes, Mother. She figured that the blue dragon's weakness is fire so she made a bow and arrow out of fire and hit the dragon's eye," Demitri said with pride.

She indeed recovered very quickly that I can now see the glow of blood on her face, far from her very pale face the last time I saw her before our journey to West Evergreen Forest. "You know what, Mother, Ophelia was the one who made us win over the magical healer's dragon," Prince David said that made me blush a bit. I only did a very small thing so I can't really say that I was the one who made them win over the dragon. "Really?" Her Majesty looked at me, eyes were twinkling and with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Yes, Mother. She figured that the blue dragon's weakness is fire so she made a bow and arrow out of fire and hit the dragon's eye," Demitri said with pride.

The moment their minds brushed against each other, May relaxed and clung to him just as Lana had. Liv circled him, her green dragon weaving in and out of the monsters. The dragon was extremely fast and able to make incredible turns for such a big beast, almost reversing itself in midair. Damonq could understand the appeal of a dragon, and if he ever had a child, he'd make certain his son or daughter had such a creature to help guard them.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”