Naruto Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

" Bamboo heard a great noise like the whirr of enormous wings, and then, looking up, saw a huge dragon just in front of him. He knew it was a dragon from the pictures he had seen and the carvings in the temples. the dragon and the turtle had no sooner greeted each other, both very happy at the meeting, than they were joined by a queer-looking bird, unlike any that Bamboo had ever seen, but which he knew was the phcenix. this phoenix looked somewhat like a wild swan, but it had the bill of a cock, the neck of a snake, the tail of a fish and the stripes of a dragon. Its feathers were of five colors. when the three friends had chatted merrily for a few minutes, the turtle told them how Bamboo h

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

If I could go back to a few days ago when I received Cyran’s email, I would have packed my bags and left. “It might not be possible for humans, but Dragons have abilities that humans couldn’t dream of. Some of us can read minds, while others have different abilities. It isn’t like I always invade someone’s privacy, but I thought now was the exception.” Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me.

“Your Ate Vanessa just looks like a dragon.” “But Ate Vanessa is pretty.” The girl looked at Vanessa before turning to Mae again. “I think you’re the dragon, Ate Mae. If you breathe fire, you’ll look exactly like the dragon in Dragon Ball.” “Oh really?” Mae stood up and walked toward the girl, who was still laughing. She grabbed the meter stick from the table and moved closer. “Get out of this lab! Leave! So I look like a dragon now? I’ll show you a real dragon!” “Okay, Ate. Then maybe a dinosaur instead. You look like Barney.”

The Yakuza and Korean alliance had fully claimed their shared Dragon pet. And I was addicted to every second of it.

She stood up and kick the middle pile of barrel that made it scattered and revealed her. Drakaina looks very happy when she saw the face she was looking earlier. “Finally, so you really want to live that bad, huh? Let’s just hope that you can at least put a scratch on me.” “Luck for you, I’m not just thinking of giving you a scratch,” Kadita said. Fierce as ever. “Bring it on, fish!” Drakaina quickly made two fire balls and attack Kadita as soon as she had the chance. With great flexibility, Kadita dodge to the left while she grabbed some sands in her hands and threw it to Drakaina that made her blinded.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

"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." This one went further. Pages and pages of anatomical sketches. Dragon organs labeled and cross-referenced with human counterparts. Lists of names. Ages. It took a moment for the handwriting to lose its steadiness. The sentences started to run off the page. The ink grew darker, pressed harder into the paper. Like the writer had stopped caring if they tore through. "They don’t understand. They never understood. This is the only way. The only way. The only way."s I backed away from the table.