Ori Of The Dragon Chain の小説・ストーリー

He stepped forward, worry etched onto his face. “I don’t know. But I feel like these chains won’t hold.” “That’s ridiculous.” He retorted. And I almost laughed. It surely was. These chains held onto my father, and my forefathers. They were stronger than any metal I have ever known. They were enchanted. Forged in silver and the undead blue flame of an ancient dragon. They were meant to hold.

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 wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

Eoin. When Ben and James finally dragged me in my wolf form from the rubble, I barely had time to check myself over fully when Rori came scrambling over the mountains of rock, plaster, and brick "We have to distract the damn Dragon." She ordered, but I made a move in the direction she was running from where I had last seen my mate. "Jagger." She called, and I paused. "Trust me, Kayda has an ankle shackle on its magical, and Drakos is using some spell right now to hurt her. Sage is working on it, but he is counteracting it, we have to stop him and distract him long enough for Sage to remove it." Rori explained pleadingly and frantically as I centred my concentration to where the Dragon stood.

“Ophelia, Andrius is actually here to seek your help. Please help him.” She then briefly explained the situation. Ophelia shook her head. “Traversing space is easier said than done. I haven’t fully merged with the dragon orb inheritance yet. I only have a part of it, so I don’t possess that secret technique.” Andrius asked, frowning, “Dragon Emperor, does that mean you can perform this secret technique once you’ve fully merged with the dragon orb inheritance?” “That’s right. The dragon orb was split into four parts. Aside from me, each of the three Dragon Kings has a part. I can’t traverse through space unless I can gather all three parts and complete the merge.”

I definitely failed to understand if the feats were applaudable or needed to be frowned upon. He evaporated, leaving just the two of us in there. She slowly lifted her head up, looking at me with her doe eyes and then calling my name. " It's you Draco! I knew it! Can you unchain me? I want to touch you like this. Is this the true form of a Dragon? Is this really the way a Dragon actually looks? " She was pulling at her chains. Fighting. It showed that she was badly curious. She looked ravishing, chained like that to be honest.

It was his own. James's smile vanished. "What are you doing?" Orion slowly turned his head toward James. One golden eye had returned. "I said..." "...leave..." The darkness fought back. Black flames erupted around him. He dropped to one knee, clutching his head in agony. The Shadow Dragon's voice echoed through the chamber. "You cannot resist forever." "I can..." Orion gasped. "I must..." Silver light burst from the Crown of Luna. Without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand against Orion's forehead.

It waited there, silent and claimless, an ancient burden cast aside. The Crown of Eldoria. Forged in the heart of dragonfire. Set with moonstone mined from the sacred caverns of the Frostpine Wilds. Passed from one ruler to another, generation after generation. Kings and queens had worn it, yes, but not as a symbol of glory. The Crown of Eldoria was a chain. A heavy, unyielding chain that demanded sacrifice and blood and obedience. Elara reached out, her fingers hovering above the twisted metal. She felt it hum faintly, an ancient pulse of power, a whisper demanding order, calling for submission.

“The woman who bore the first Draken and gave birth to our people. We call her The Goddess.” Caelia’s gaze traveled past the statue to the enormous mural behind it, gilded in the same warm metal. The woman was depicted standing beneath an open sky, her long hair caught in a wind that swept the vast dunes behind her. A neat, rounded swell of her belly told the story of life growing within her. But what truly stole Caelia’s breath was the massive dragon curled protectively around her, its enormous silver eye fixated solely on her, its tail wrapped in a protective arc before her feet.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp