Natsu Dragneel Pictures Novels & Stories

The memory reel fast forwarded to a particular forest where a bald girl with a dark black Dragon tattoo etched on her scalp, was left alone in the creepy place. The most striking part of the Dragon tattoo was that, it had a small pearl between its fangs. That pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ !! Woah !! The scene shifted to the bald girl trying to help out a cute, innocent boy from falling into a waterfall and throwing away a snake with a laugh when the boy pouted, evidently horrified. His green eyes were mesmerizing. Familiar but breathtakingly beautiful. Awww. They looked so cute and perfect together.

Then he contacts Minotaur. “Minotaur, is everything okay there?” Cupid asked. “Yes. I saw Bacchus and Pegasus enter the house. I’m just waiting for an opportunity to shoot Black Dragon. He got some young boys with him.” Minotaur answered. “Young boys? Who are those young boys?” Cupid curiously asked. “I don’t know. I need to go, I will contact you later.” Minotaur said and turn off his intercom. “Sometimes, Minotaur is a snob.” Atlas commented.

My lungs were still burning, my heart still pounding, and he looked like someone had just handed him the secret to immortality or a lottery ticket. “Oh, Kahlan,” he breathed, stepping closer. “Do you know what we just saw?” “No,” I snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.” He didn’t even flinch at my tone. He lifted a hand and gestured animatedly, already sliding into full history-teacher mode. “That image was not just a dragon. It was a projection of the Asterion Dragon. A species believed to be extinct for thousands of years. There has been no recorded sighting, no confirmed remains. Up untill now it was just legends only. My colleagues will lose their minds when they hear this.”

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

“If you look at our crowns, they show a story instead.” Nocturne took his crown off with his free hand. He had never looked at it very closely. It wasn’t like he had ever wanted to rule the underworld in the first place. The other two did the same. Draven’s was red and Celeste’s was white. When they were laid out in the order of the figures on the throne, there was a story shown with the figures. Draven’s showed the devil stabbing a human in front of the grim reaper and on the other side, the devil was holding hands with the archangel. On Celeste’s the archangel was stabbing a human in front of the grim reaper and holding hands with the devil on the back.

On the opposite side of the hallway was a picture of white, hairy old men; they seemed to wear clothing not from these times. Either they were the founders of the pack or it was just an art painting. The more she walked, the more she saw certain similarities between them till she saw Draven, or what looked like a much younger version of himself. He looked really handsome in his youth, is what she thought to herself till her eyes saw the next and last painting. "Adrian?" She said out loud, nearly stumbling, but there he was, his painting depicted on the wall. "I see you've met my nephew already," Draven said, walking up from behind her.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

This, surprised the two beings. This time, Nathan unsheathed his sword. "Fire magic; dragon claws." Nathan chanted as he made a quick slashes on air. Instantly sharp claws of fire in thousands appears on the air as those claws speed up towards his enemies. However, the two easily evaded the fire claws, but, Nathaniel follows-up another attack. "Lightning art magic; lightning needles of death." As soon as Nathan chanted this, thousands of thousand of tiny needles in a form of lightning appears on the atmosphere that surrounded Nathaniel. With a flick of his fingers those tiny needles attack the enemies. Nathaniel is not finished yet either, he again, follows another attack. "Water creation ma

A small green dragon, wing bent backwards, crashed to the earth beside him with a thud and brought him out of his stupor. Behind the carnage of the little dragon, he saw Katalea now, glowing like an eternal queen. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. She was the storm, she glowed as blue as the lightning she sent out. He watched as the wild light flamed through her fingertips. His whole body quivered to go to her. “Mate!” His tiger screamed. He fought for control. “Must protect Mate!”