Novel & Cerita Rise Of The White Dragon Novel

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

“Yes please.” The man smiled and continued. “As you can see, the Black Tortoise represents the North, the Vermillion Bird represents the South, the Azure Dragon represents the East, the White Tiger represents the West. That man in the center, he’s known as the Yellow Emperor, and he holds them all together.” “That’s very interesting,” Jade said, her full attention focused on the image in front of her. It seems like she has finally found her topic. “Isn’t it? If you’d like to know more about it, there are a couple of books you can read,” the man continued.

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

A sign of bloodlust. "We must find the White dragon before them. Without their champion, they are weak. And when they are weak, they will stand no chance in destroying us," The halls erupted in a roar of applause. Alphas nodding in agreement, some raising their glasses in the air as if in celebration. "The White Dragon is part-wolf. He could only shift during the night and summon the dragon during day. Search every pack for anyone with white hair." My brows furrowed. Ava has white hair. In fact, the only one in Werewolf Academy. And I know of others who just wanted to dye their hair white, but Ava's is natural.

Then I raised my head. A golden-winged dragon was flying toward Henna Village. Strangely, the dragon had four wings. The rider upon its back wore white robes, the hem of his clothing and his short, tousled hair whipping wildly in the wind. In the darkness of night, the color of his hair was difficult to distinguish, yet under the moonlight it shimmered faintly with a silvery glow. I stood there, stunned, not yet recovered from the shock. If he had not been the only person within my field of vision, I would never have believed that those two Aesir had been killed by him.

I lift my head toward the sky where dragons still clash in fire and fury, and the next notes rise stronger than any before. The bridge answers. And the world begins to change. “I WILL NOT lose anyone else,” I whisper through the melody. The magic answers. The bridge blazes brighter than ever before. And the war enters its final storm.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

“Rise.” No one moved. Rayden raised his right hand, and golden-red embers ignited the air. “I’m not a dragon,” he said, his voice flat yet thunderous, cutting through the ranks of holy creatures. “I’m the one who extinguishes them.” Fire spread quickly, engulfing the creatures. But this was not fire that burned, it was purifying flame, cleansing the dragon blood from their bodies. Screams echoed, but slowly changed into sacred chants. The red sky began to fade, turning to orange. The dragon troops collapsed one by one, turning into glowing ash that drifted upward into the sky like falling stars.

The giant dragon opened its mouth and unleashed wave after wave of green toxic mist. Each of the vital energy dragons was instantly stained. Although they dealt considerable damage to the dragon in return, the deeper the green seeped into them, the faster they deteriorated. The water, fire, and lightning dragons were gradually corroded and eventually vanished into the air. Only the white vital spirit dragon remained—and it grew stronger with every exchange. The dragon was stunned. It discovered that every poisonous wave it spewed was being neutralized by that white dragon. Although each instance of purification dimmed the dragon slightly, it was clear—even if it exhausted every last drop of