Ori Dragon Chain Novels & Stories

The box's lid creaked softly, releasing the scent of aged wood and memories. "Rosalind, this belonged to your father," Cathryn said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. As she opened the box, a faint glow emanated from within. Inside, a beautiful silver necklace lay coiled, adorned with a small, moonstone pendant. The stone pulsed softly, radiating a gentle, ethereal light. "Orion's mother crafted this," Cathryn explained, her fingers tracing the pendant's contours. "A symbol of our pack's lunar heritage."

The blast of flame clipped the stall and clung to the dry wood. Before the dragon could go after Apollo and Helios, Dain sent one of the thick chains careening through the air. The muscles in his back and shoulders strained against the expensive fabric of his shirt. His snarl was twice as vicious as the dragons he stalked, his eyes brighter and more alert. The chain wrapped around the dragon’s neck, and with a wave of his arm, Dain sent her tumbling backwards. Cain rolled out of the way, giving one last slash to the dragon’s foot to keep her off balance.

' I sat upright when I heard Raja's voice in mind. 'Where are you? I thought you already can come out physically?' 'I can't just stay out all the time, can I? Look at your necklace, my lady.' I touched my neck and looked down when I felt something thin all over it. It is a small dragon pendant with a little diamond at the center that has a glowing yellow orange stone that looks like a burning liquid... a lava. 'I don't remember having this necklace. Where did I got this?'

Identical twins are a motherfucker. Walking forward I take the weapon from my associate as I finger it lightly. “That will be all Dark. I can take it from here” I tell him. The weapon that I now hold is one of my favorites. The long chain is outfitted with teeth that we have pulled from dragons over the year. It made a great form of torture because after a few days they would grow back. Then we could just pull them out again.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

No, it's absurd, he wouldn't waste time on that, Damian is not the type of man who pursues women, or at least he gives the impression that he doesn't. I hide nimbly in another hallway; he won't be able to see me if I bend down to look for boxes of double-sided tape. There's just a long shelf full of products between Damian and the girl who serves it, and I can hear what they're saying. I hear the reason he was here. “You have my order.” Damian says in a deep voice. My curiosity arouses and I want to know what he came to buy. "Of course sir." The sound of iron hitting the ground tells me to buy chains, “12 to 0.551 hexagonal link steel chain with titanium reinforcements, almost impossible to

At least, not this soon. The room grew quiet and I felt eyes on me and then on William. His hand shook slightly within my grip and I tightened my fingers in his. Trying to give him some of the strength that he had given me earlier. When I looked up, eyes glowed, but this time with happiness instead of apprehension. They knew that I had claimed William. From what I had gathered, they probably knew that I had claimed Oliver too. A dragon’s sense of smell was very powerful.

Angdra nods his head and sees the chain on Willow's neck, he was just seeing it for the first time and to him, the loop looks like a chain. "What is that on your neck Willow?" He asked, pointing at the chain. "It's a chain that keeps his dragon-wolf away from hurting people." Oracle answered. Tearing his eyes off the chain, he turns to face Oracle with curious eyes. "Care to explain what you meant by that, priestess?" He demanded.

I nodded as I looked down at the tiny box in my hand. I opened the lid, and a gold ring formed into the shape of a dragon staring back at me. An orange stone that looked to have fire frozen within it formed the eyes. Its wings were flat against its body, and its legs sat as though they were wrapped around a tree, its tail spiraling downwards too.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t pull free. “What are you doing?” I whispered in horror as he lifted the glass and drained it in a single swallow. He didn’t release my hand. Instead, he brought it to his lips. A hot tongue traced over the wound, sending a wave of sickening sensation through me. Only then did he let go. He stepped back and began unbuttoning his shirt. With a sharp motion, he tore the chain from around his neck and tossed it to the floor. And then I understood. A powerful, primal scent flooded the room. It was similar to a werewolf’s—but not the same. Stronger. Sharper. Far more intense.