Ori Of The Dragon Chain Light Romane & Geschichten

In just an instant, there were six of him. Wilbur put his palms together, chanting a spell as well. A golden dragon appeared above his head out of thin air. It soared downward, wrapping itself around Wilbur's right arm. The Light of Dragon had once been considered a very powerful move in Wilbur's arsenal. However, cultivating his dragon aura with Orkot improved Wilbur's knowledge of it to another level, and the Light of Dragon was now just a normal move for him. The man's eyes flashed coldly at the sight of the golden dragon. "A cultivator from the dragon clan, eh? I knew it. So, you're here to take the dragon cauldron piece away, aren't you?"

The cuffs remained around my wrist, but the chain had snapped. Men spilled into the room, led by Kendon who wore a victorious grin. Orion threw out his hands, unleashing threads of cerulean flame woven with bands of glittering darkness. They pierced the hearts of several men, sending blood splattering along the walls. I devoured their pain and the agonized screams they unleashed. I grabbed at the bars, forcing my weight against the cage. Another crack of metal breaking sounded, alerting me to the fact that Draco had snapped his chain as well.

Calix ended up lying down after I had tickled every little part that I had listed, his little head now resting on my lap as I continued. “Once she felt ready she opened her eyes and watched as each little dragon was swallowed up by bright lights of different colors. She walked up to each one and bestowed upon them a unique Blessing with a single touch of her hand. To the solid black dragon she gave the Blessing of Lightning, smiling as the red light around her glowed even brighter. To the snowy white dragon she gave the Blessing of Ore, watching as the icy blue light grew around him. To the golden brown dragon she gave the Blessing of the Sea, laughing as the lavender light danced ever highe

"The Big Boss, Ozgur Doğan." "I don't want to fight with you." Ozgur looked at Orochi. "So, Piss off!" Ozgur turned around, but Orochi took out a long chain from behind his back, Orochi wanted to wrap his chain around Ozgur's body. But before that, Ozgur had caught the chain with one of his hands, Ozgur turned to Orochi and shook his head. "You should study in college, I don't want to hurt you." Ozgur's words stopped, when he knew Orochi was about to release something, again. Ozgur immediately pulled the chain, he ran over and kicked Orochi. The chain was still holding by both of them, while the knife that was about to be unsheathed was already held by Ozgur and the chain was instantly cut.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

All my Love, Tine Mira quickly grabbed the box from her mother's hand and opened it. The contents caused Mira to gasp and exclaim loudly. The set was unlike anything she had ever set her eyes on. There was a choker necklace, a pair of earrings and a type of chain with jewels for her hair. Each stone seem to contain it's own flame and it could be seen when they were exposed to light. The flame inside the stones shimmered and drew Mira's gaze, almost hypnotizing her. She quickly snapped out of it and and handed it to her mother for assistance. Mira put in the earrings, expecting them to feel heavy and pull on her ears, but they were incredibly lightweight. Then the two women walked over the th

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

near its neck, a wide, silver slot worn smooth by centuries of use. "Mina! Cian!" I called out. "I need your light to prime the ink!" The children ran to my side. They placed their hands on the dragon’s cold iron flank. As their Golden Blood pulsed, the lead cylinders began to glow. The "Ink" wasn't black; it was a shimmering, liquid violet, the color of the Thorne family debt, now transformed into the Thorne family's legacy. I thrust the scroll into the silver slot. The dragon shuddered. Its internal gears began to spin with a deafening, melodic clatter.

The hand collided with the light. And stopped. The world shook. Mountains cracked. The sea roared. But the hand did not move another inch. The Sleepless One screamed. The phoenix spread its magnificent wings. Silver-violet symbols appeared around the fracture. The dragon roared. Golden chains burst from the light. They wrapped around the enormous hand. The hand trembled. Then it began moving backward. “No way…” Kael whispered. The dead Dragon Kings looked horrified. The living dragons erupted into roars. The fracture shrank.