Ori Dragon Chain Novels & Stories

, he hugged her tightly. Orion took off his beautiful gold chain, it has all kinds of crystals and stones embedded into it and placed it onto his daughter neck. The chain has been in his family for hundreds of years. He chanted his blessing in latin and the chain glowed. A soft white glow covered Mariana for a brief moment before she felt a rush of power like no other coursing through her. Orion has bestowed the knowledge of their ancestors unto his daughter. She looked up at her father and hugged him tightly.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

Unconsciously, his hand slapped to his chest. He gripped the ancient family heirloom dangling from his neck. A long, thick rope chain with a yellow diamond—a replicate of a miniature version of a dragon egg—rested at the center of his chest. The chain had been a gift from his father at birth. Unlike most diamonds, the one from the Dragos house was shaped in the form of a dragon’s eye. He gasped as the shift to his animal swept through him. It had been so long—months—since he’d woken. The dragon had finally reappeared.

I turned around and dashed for the crowd. Trying to run in chains wasn't in the very least comfortable. I fell a couple of times before I reached the edge of the dais but strong arms caught me. I wrestled and shook uncontrollably but they didn't let me go. They would definitely burn me alive now. I gazed at the people and my eyes caught sight of something --someone. I went wholly still. Orien! He came like he said he would. He was wearing a black hood and I noticed a couple of others as well. His eyes locked on mine and I shook my head in a silent message. "Don't."

Her phone buzzed with a news item: New Crypto just released called DragonCoin now taking the world by storm only been out for less then an hour and people can’t get enough of it. Casey stared at her phone, a chill running down her spine. DragonCoin? Today of all days? She clicked the notification, scanning the article with growing unease. "...revolutionary blockchain technology utilizing a unique dual-verification system... founder remains anonymous... unprecedented adoption rate... distinctive logo features interlocking geometric patterns reminiscent of ancient currency..." The accompanying image made her breath catch—the DragonCoin logo was nearly identical to the patterns from her dreams,

And that name she had spoken, Liora, that was the same name as the wolf-dragon beast that is now deep inside her soul, the Obsidian Sigil that now answered only to her blood and her mark on her back. Ora’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile as she moved closer, her steps slow and proud even though a whole sword was still buried in her chest. She moved like she felt no pain, like she ruled everything around them. When she stopped right in front of Nyxoria, they were so close. The only difference between them was the color of their hair, Ora’s was deep black like a moonless night, while Nyxoria’s was bright blond gold that caught the light even in shadows. Other than that, it was like looki

In this case, it made sense because the girl was so tiny, every ounce of meat had to count for something. Once Alsys was free, she tried to run, dragging the long chains behind her on the ground and getting about four steps before the massive dragon reached out with a front paw and wrapped it around her thin frame. He didn’t even have to take a step forward to collect his prize. Somehow, the dragon removed the chains from the girl so that they’d be left behind, as they always were, and she’d be lifted off of the ground without the extra weight, not that she would be heavy for him in the slightest.

Sable shrugged. "Whatever you caught," Orren said, turning back to the forge, "must be something." He pulled a length of raw stock from the rack and examined it. "Nobody comes in here asking for double-gauge and offers to wait all day unless they're scared it's going to be gone by morning." He glanced back at them. "What is it." "Build the chain," Sable said. "I'm building the chain. I'm also asking—" "Orren." "Fine fine fine." He shook his head. Bent over the forge. Muttered something to himself that included the words most secretive settlement in the free lands and nobody tells me anything.

I said quickly, feeling a little betrayed by the sudden realization that Vincent actually had a life. -I thought extra’s only existed to boost the plot?- “Okay…in any case, the reshuffling and the morphing, is a property of the metal when it is exposed under certain conditions, but the crystals…they are a blend of Orlov green and Opal, so they imbue strength on the chain.” He said then instantly tried to pull apart the chain, using as much force as he could, but the flimsy-looking chain did not snap the way I had expected it to. “See durable.”

I chastised my dragon, but he refused. A knock on the door, rattling and screaming on the other side started happening… “Hang in there, Mate…” Oryon said, and added another element and his onyx magic into the brand. The thuds and thumping of the door, the screams, while I could hear Cadmus over the raucous, trying to control the situation. “She is ours!” I could hear among the screams. “Oryon,” Ellie whimpered, and he smiled at her.