Rise Of The White Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

The figure with its white color floated in the sky looking at the Long family. ROAAARRRRR!!!! "Is it a white dragon? One of the dragons that is said to have power equal to or even exceeding that of the four major generals of the ancient family. I didn't realize all this time that my mother was descended from that white dragon." Long Hu said looking at the white dragon who was staring at the whole below him with a cold gaze. ROAAARRRR...! BOOMMM "This... Zin Zier came out?"

King Sargon Quickly pulled Jasmine behind his back and immediately pulled out his stuck sword from Queen Adrianne chest and stood in attacking position in front of white Dragon. White Dragon fumed couple of freezing breath in King and Jasmine Direction until it flapped its wings and flew straight away in direction on King and Jasmine “WATCH OUT” King Sargon Screamed and ducked down along with jasmine, White Dragon passed them and crashed directly on prison end wall, his strength and impact was so strong that entire big black stone wall came crashing down, as dragon left Jasmine tuned back and saw open passage to ground surface while white dragon flying freely in sky towards opposite directio

She embraced the moment like a stolen one; resting silently against him, crying in her heart and hoping that this wouldn’t be their last. It was so painful to have him be this close and still not be able to tell him who she was. But that wouldn’t be for long, after all there was one permanent solution. __________________ __________________ The beast moved really fast and in only a few minutes, they were in the midst of their enemies in the sky. There were thousands and thousands of t\hem. They were too much. Worst that she had even imagined. Dragons above and warriors below, all led by the White King.. Dogori was there too, somewhere on the ground while the White King led those above.

My friend, my companion, my dragon. It’s the last thought I have as my body slams into the earth, and everything goes dark. White Dragon POV He's after us again, the white dragon that is so much more beautiful than I am. This time instead of a group of dragons, he has one that I can smell is much older. That makes him dangerous.

And the heat penetrates, even more intensely, into this already stuffy room where the rest of us remain standing, as we watch their entrance. The creatures shut their eyes as soon as the Red Dragon disappears. Clasping their hands together, again. And they mutter, "Ghërla." And as I am about to do the same, something catches my eye. A sudden appearance. The third dragon. A white enormous one that would make the others really look like lizards. It makes a graceful entrance, not befitting for its size. It walks in calmly, with such an unspoken elegance and menace that draws me into it. And as soon as the creatures watching lay their eyes on it, they close their eyes and clasp their hands immed

Orgasm crashed tsunami, walls clamping vise his length, scream ripped raw as he followed—hot pulse flooding claim visceral, collapsing chest-to-chest thunder-hearts sync. Storm raged unabated outside, but inside bond deepened irrevocable—obsession confessed, submission tasted, philosophies entwined, not clashed. Silk ties loosened post-climax, tender; his fingers tracing the scar above my brow, mirror-soft, obsidian gaze a vulnerable fracture. "Two years waiting. No more games." I twisted free, partial, mahogany palm cupping scarred jaw possessively now, full lips curving half-smirk echo his. "Games just escalated, dragon. You fell first—I decide the rise."

If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he. Lochness, being a proud black dragon and representative of the dragons without affinities, disagreed with these views, thus pitting the two friends against one another. Lochness wanted equality for all dragons regardless of their magical potential. He truly believed that one should not be judged by what abilities they are born with, rather the results they produce.

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

But now, I read it differently. I read about my ancestors—the dragons who had ruled the skies, the kings and queens who had built empires, the warriors who had fought and died. I read about the war that had destroyed them. The betrayal that had shattered their bloodline. The survivors who had scattered to the winds. And I read about myself. Or rather, about the last of the Elyxis. The one who would rise again. The one who would restore the bloodline. "She will come," the book said. "The last daughter of the dragons. She will carry the fire. She will carry the storm. And she will bring the Elyxis back from the ashes."