Ori Of The Dragon Chain Light Novels & Stories

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

I turned around and dashed for the crowd. Trying to run in chains wasn't in the very least comfortable. I fell a couple of times before I reached the edge of the dais but strong arms caught me. I wrestled and shook uncontrollably but they didn't let me go. They would definitely burn me alive now. I gazed at the people and my eyes caught sight of something --someone. I went wholly still. Orien! He came like he said he would. He was wearing a black hood and I noticed a couple of others as well. His eyes locked on mine and I shook my head in a silent message. "Don't."

He keeps pulling me away, and I feel my wolves struggling to come out. “No, precious, that I won’t allow. You don’t want to start a scene, wouldn’t you?” I stopped in my tracks and caught a glimpse of his golden chain with an orb that is now glowing a shining purple neon light. I look around, and the way everyone is dancing and talking with silky voices is like they are in some kind of trance.

As the heir of the Tenebris, darkness Dragons, and Princess of all 8 clans, I should uphold the same views, but I couldn't, thanks to my father. The shop was rather busy when we entered. Several women ogled pieces on the mannequins but looked disgruntled when the assistants to the shop told them the prices. It seemed that the plummet in currency affected everyone. The owner of the shop stared down at us as we browsed alongside the rest of her customers. By the looks of it, we would be the only ones who purchased anything, but the burly woman with terrible grey streaks still glared. Cyra aimed for a turquoise gown in the furthest corner, with white embellishments. Everything was made of sub-p

How could she forget it? She picks up the gift in her hand and inspects it closely. It’s a thin light Byzantine silver chain with an intricate design with a rope-like texture. Each of the chains links passes through four others making the chain both strong and flexible. Indra tugs the chain gently and it immediately gets longer. She quickly ties it together into a lasso, gets up and looks at the sleeping men. Imagine how surprised they would be if she managed to catch one of the demon horses on her own while they slept. She decides to try her luck and sneaks off into the grey blurry fog as quiet as she can.

The chains were attached to a dragon. It was huge and the color of wet coal. Its scales caught the light when it breathed. Its eyes were yellow. It lifted its head when we came in, and the chains shifted with a long, slow ringing sound, and one of the girls behind me began to make a noise I had never heard a person make before. I stepped backward until my shoulder blades touched the stone wall. I would stand here, and I would not move, and I would let the five minutes go by, and I would walk out.

He went down to his knees and he kept screaming as I looked at him. “Don’t,” a voice hissed at me as I took a step forward. Chase stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths and then he stood up and I saw the dragon tattoo covering his back. It was a shade lighter than Lucas’s dragon and I felt immensely proud of him.

"We have company.” “Dragon hunters,” Kai growled. The first crossbow bolt shattered against the chamber's ancient stone, followed by the acrid smell of silver and iron. Maya's newly awakened senses recoiled from the metallic stench as boots thundered overhead. "The Order of the Silver Chain," Leon snarled, his shadows coiling defensively around the chamber's entrances. "They must have tracked our resonances." "Seven dragons and an awakening light dragon," Cassius said grimly, lightning crackling up his arms. "We might as well have sent them an engraved invitation."

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

“Celebrating our upcoming trip.” “Maya, come here,” David said in a commanding tone, setting his glass of red wine on the table. From a small jewelry box, he took out a beautiful pendant shaped like a tiny sun, with a vivid crimson stone set at its center. The moment the metal touched my skin, a pleasant warmth spread through my body, pooling at my collarbone. “You’re free to go now. Just don’t stay out of the country too long,” the werewolf said, returning to his armchair.