Ori Dragon Chain Novels & Stories

"I was lucky not to get several dragon traits after I transcended. I do not need to steal in order to maintain the sense of superiority that the male dragons live for." I finger the piece at my throat. "It's gorgeous." "I stole it," I say unable to help the pride in my voice. Acasia spews her tea and places her hand at her throat. "Please tell me it wasn't from Sarn or Tahr." "No. It came from another realm, the coffers of a Sir Orland Locksy to be exact." My grin widens when I say his name. "I've heard of him. Laryn truly took you to steal your own treasure?"

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.

I grab it and pick it up. A long chain. Not silver, but looks like it. On the end is a pendent. I hold it in my hand and run my thumb over it. A Dragon. Twisting in a circle. Breathing fire. I flip it over and there's a single letter 'A' inscribed on the back. I trace the letter with my finger then flip the pendent again. "Dragon." I mutter to myself. Is it possible? Could the girl I've been dreaming about for over a week be a Dragon? I needed answers.

Its sinuous body coiled around the finger, and its fierce, detailed features made it look almost lifelike. The dragon's scales were delicately etched onto the jade, creating a beautiful contrast between the smooth surface and the intricate patterns. Its eyes were tiny, yet they seemed to gaze with an intensity that drew Danial in. The dragon's mouth was open wide, revealing a small, hollow space where an orb rested. Danial couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the orb hidden within the dragon's mouth. As he examined the ring more closely, he noticed other details etched onto the sides. There were elegant floral motifs and symbols that seemed to tell a story, but he couldn't deci

She reached into the folds of her robe and brought out a copper neck chain with a smooth round bronze pendant the size of a small egg. “This belonged to Osoro and had been passed down our lineage since time immemorial. It is said to possess great powers, but none of us have ever been able to tap into it.” Tara bent her head as her grandmother wore it over her head, and then she pushed it under her clothes so it rested upon her skin. She hissed as a burning pain struck her where the chain rested on her skin, and when she looked down it was gone. But she could still sense it as it bonded with her. Tara turned a questioning gaze to her grandmother.

It waited there, silent and claimless, an ancient burden cast aside. The Crown of Eldoria. Forged in the heart of dragonfire. Set with moonstone mined from the sacred caverns of the Frostpine Wilds. Passed from one ruler to another, generation after generation. Kings and queens had worn it, yes, but not as a symbol of glory. The Crown of Eldoria was a chain. A heavy, unyielding chain that demanded sacrifice and blood and obedience. Elara reached out, her fingers hovering above the twisted metal. She felt it hum faintly, an ancient pulse of power, a whisper demanding order, calling for submission.

Logan couldn't be bothered—he charged toward his enemy instantly and swung his sword. "Die!" Saint Dragon produced a black-and-white jade orb circled by two energy dragons from his sleeve pocket. Someone's expression changed drastically at the sight of the orb. "Oh no! That's a Reverse Thunderbomb! It's rumored that making one orb can take up to a century. A single orb can destroy a whole country!" However, it was too late. Saint Dragon had already launched his attack.

“I saw this and thought of you.” I open it and find a small charm made of amber glass in the circular shape of a dragon biting its tail. It hangs from a delicate gold chain and has a weightiness that makes me reconsider its composition. Stone, perhaps? It is both beautiful and terrifying, with a tiny red gem sparkling in its eye. “Do you like it?” he asks, uncertain. “It’s lovely,” I respond as I twirl it in the sunlight. The red eyes of the dragon seem to track my movements as the light bounces off of them.

"I'll just give her to you, but next time on the nominations, I have your vote." 'Fin really doesn't love me. He's willing to give me away like I'm some sort of thing?' Completely overwhelmed, she ran to the window and called upon Tanwen, her dragon avatar, to pull her out of the mess she had gotten herself into. She found herself spiraling, struggling to gain control, but finding none. She clasped the chain he had given her in her hand, feeling the meaningless item. She ripped it off her neck, trying to understand what she had done wrong. Crushed, she let it go and watched the silver chain with a pure diamond disappear from her sight.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.