Ori Dragon Chain Novels & Stories

Matching silver brooches with chains secure the cloak. Her belt has an elaborate piece of metalwork that has dark blue stones set in it, with silver chains and small ornaments hanging from leather and metal. Long silver and blue stone earrings frame her face, while several necklaces lie against her chest. My eyes are pulled to the one piece that dominates the others. At the center of her chest hangs a great silver ouroboros.

Willa questioned while we walked behind her. "They do," Amora walked ahead of us with Orion, spouting out orders to get the sea-side cave ready. "It's just that Odessa hasn't had her first cycle as a dragon. She was out for almost six days and hasn't had her chance to. Creed's dragon is older and hasn't had his rut, so he couldn't wait to rut until she had her heat. His dragon needs some pussy." Willa cackled at Amora, whose spirit was lightening considerably.

Something that I missed when I was searching for the body. “There was something else that I found too.” I told her, as I leaned down, holding the phone to my ear, and unclicked what looked like at first, a necklace of sorts. “What else was there?” she asked as I held up the neck up to the moonlight. It was carved out in the symbol of Jormungandr the dragon of Norse Mythology, where it was circling itself and eating its tail, and underneath were the ancient runic symbols that now, I couldn’t remember. The stainless-steel design was wrapped up on an equally stainless-steel braided chain that firmly held it in place.

said Drake, still clutching June tightly. June's back was now facing the mirror, so she had to turn back to look in the mirror. When June turned, she found that on her back was a golden mark that looked like a tattoo but was shining. The mark is round, resembling a dragon in a circle. June also just realized that her eyes were now shining golden. Whatever Drake had blown into his eyes made him like this. “W-what is that?” asked June. “A sign that you are The Dragon King's Mate,” replied Drake.

I slip my gift into my jacket, a custom piece I had commissioned weeks ago, anticipating this pull toward her. Not some generic trinket. This is a delicate, hand-forged silver chain with a pendant: a miniature dragon scale, etched with intricate patterns matching my tattoo, hollowed inside to hold a single drop of our blended signature scent—dark spice, leather, and a hint of her favorite vanilla. With another secret ingredient. Discreet. Intimate. A constant reminder against her skin that she’s claimed, even when we’re not touching her. It vibrates subtly with a hidden mechanism if we activate it from our phones, teasing her pulse points. I’d made sure my brothers installed the apps on thei

Rachelle sat down next to Spitfire’s sub and her own sandwich, across from me. “Oooooooooh, that smells so good!” came a small, girly voice from Rachelle’s direction opposite me but Rachelle hadn’t spoken. I blinked and my eyes focused on one of her shirt pockets where a tiny orange creature’s head, neck, shoulders, and forearms emerged. The creature did indeed look like a tiny dragon. The particular orange color that she was was just a couple of shades darker than an orange crayon, pretty orange but not a bright or loud orange. Her ears were pointy. Between her ears there was a red crest that gave the impression of a hairdo.

Drake kept calling him a good-for-nothing, all while hauling crate after crate of dragon-clan treasures into the domain. I wasn't much better off. The tide-chain wound on my neck took half a month to fade, and the power-cuts on my palms ached the whole time. But compared to Orson, my little wounds were nothing. His life-fire had been pressed by cold iron, and at night he often woke in pain. Every time he woke, the first thing he did was still to look for me. "Sister." As long as I answered once, he could slowly settle down.

Orochi emerged from the black sea. Not as a serpent. As a man with dark eyes and long wet hair. He looked young. Tired. Human. “You came,” he said. Ayamira held his gaze. “You said the eastern trench was built over the first chain.” “It is.” Raiken’s first life raised his sword. “And if you lied?” Orochi looked at him. “Then kill me before the sea does.” The memory shifted. Beneath the trench, the three of them stood before a massive chain buried in stone. Crowns had been fused into every link.

Tatawa na sana ako ng makita ko ang matayog na building ng mga Hawkson. Biglang nag-iba ang paligid para sa akin. Tumatambol ang puso ko sa magkahalong excitement at kabang nararamdaman ko sa loob. Tuluyang nawalan ako ng hininga habang nakatingin sa estatwa ng gintong agila sa harap ng building nila. It spreads its golden wings while looking down like mocking the weak and acting like the predator that it is.

She wanted to be delicate but her hand just wouldn't listen to her . " If you break that door you will have to pay me a hundred thousand dollars . In human cash of course ! " said the dragon king . Charlotte's hand stopped and looked at the door . " Is this door made of gold or what ?! How can it cost so much ?! " said Charlotte shocked . " Since you're my wife I reduced the price to you . That door is triple the amount I just mentioned because..........just as you said now , it really is made of gold . " said the dragon king with a smile as he enjoyed Charlotte's continuous funny reactions .