Ori Of The Dragon Chain Light Novels & Stories

"Nothing to worry about." "Ok..." Aria breathed in relief then gasped in disbelief as Prime Johansson suddenly burst into flames that raged out getting bigger and bigger then gutted out to reveal a might red dragon, that stretched its wings and beat the air, lifting off with great effort into the sky and letting out a mighty roar. "Bloody hell!" Kahlia exclaimed. "It never gets any less amazing to witness." Abram said, folding his arms with a proud smile. Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering.

"Please, spare me! Once you ascend, just leave me the position of world master. I'll agree to any condition you want!" The Lightning Dragon King's voice entered Chase's ears. "Why are you so obsessed with being the world master?" Chase asked, retracting his outward vital energy while looking puzzled. "And after kneeling to me in front of everyone, do you really think you can still hold that title?" "You'll understand when you see this," the Lightning Dragon King replied, pulling out a small box. It looked completely unremarkable. It was covered in silk and embroidered with four dragons—likely representing the Water, Fire, Poison, and Lightning Dragon branches.

It swung its head to look at Clara, but Shamira moved her body between them. "What the hell is going on?" Clara asked. Shamira did not answer, but rather held out her hand and ran it over the dragon's head. "What are you --" Clara started to say, then watched in amazement as Shamira's Shadow Claws enveloped her hand and tore something from the dragon's neck. It was a leather strap with a number of glowing stones and wires and mechanical devices attached to it. The dragon's reaction was the most surprising thing of all. It instantly stopped growling and glanced around, trying to see the spot where the collar had been. It settled down against the ground and sniffed Shamira again. She held the

He really liked the color of the freshly fried fries, Azure Dragon glanced sideways at Carl, he didn't believe the man didn't know this. Carl slid the mouse with one hand and tossed something out with the other. Azure Dragon took a look and saw it was a gold chain. His favorite kind of color! Azure Dragon's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath, planning to say no, but after the second breath, he just couldn't refuse. He leaned back and started fiddling with his gold chain. The Wraith Infant was hiding in the purple jade, too scared to show up, but he also knew this was just some big shot's trick.

Each chain was as big as the dragon's torso which glinted brightly in the morning sun. "ROAR!" the dragon was not to be outdone as it flew fearlessly and toppled the colossal constructs of light elements. The blazing inferno rose in temperature as it expanded from within the radius of the dragon unto every direction. The wanton expulsion of immense heat crumpled the columns of chains into tiny embers of light. Multiple new light elements were born anew near the body of the dragon and they exploded out in a grand display of both deafening sound and blind devastation. But it dealt no damage as the undying flames that navigated around the entire body of the mighty creature consumed the explosio

Khloe began, struggling to find the right words to describe the beast before her. "Is he so ugly?" Alessia finished for her. "-Bony," Khloe retorted, eyes skimming down all the bones of the dragon. Even its rib cage was visible. "Orion here is a Liche dragon, one of the rarest dragons to ever exist," Azian replied walking toward the dragon lifting his hand forward, his eyes his supreme gold. The dragon immediately became very still as Azians hand touched its bony face, "Orion can't breathe fire like other dragons, even though he does release substantial amounts of heatwaves,” he said quietly, golden eyes focusing on the texture beneath his palm.

With the Nine Netherbird's explanation, Zephyr Khan finally understood. As he looked at the flood dragon, as he had expected, he could vaguely see invisible chains wrapping around it. If the Wangjiao did not move, these chains would definitely not work. However, as long as the Wangjiao made even the slightest movement, it would instantly appear. The chain was divided into nine chains, each of which was as thick as an ordinary person's body. There were dense runes carved on them, and there was a faint dragon-shaped light wandering around. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that there were many ferocious dragon shadows wandering about. These dragon shadows were emitting a painful aura. Obvio

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.

Qilong patted her head and stroked the fine silver chains tucked behind her ears. Silver belonged to dragons, blue belonged to TinXi—the border keepers—and gold belonged to the Almighty Dragon King, Long Shen. The more chains one possessed, the higher their status. Right then, he thrust his hand toward her chest, drawing out a radiant white glow. It was too sudden. Her body arched like it had been pulled forward by a strong wave of energy. She staggered to regain her balance. Fixing his eyes on the tenuous puff in his hand, Qilong began chanting long phrases of random words that Xue'er couldn't understand. He gently pushed the left lapel of her cross-collar shirt aside and placed his palm ju

“Beti, now it is time. Place it upon your neck.” Jaiyana hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she accepted the chain. The moment it brushed against her skin, a warmth spread from her collarbone, crawling down her arms and through her chest. The light in the pendant deepened, swirling in intricate patterns, casting tiny flickers of gold and crimson across her hands. A low hum, almost like a heartbeat, resonated through her very bones. Jaiyana’s breath caught as images flashed behind her eyes: flames rising against darkened skies, a tiger prowling silently through dense forests, the sound of a thousand voices whispering her name across centuries.