Novel & Cerita Rise Of The White Dragon Novel

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

Though the flowers and bright grass underneath the sun had needed recognition, Tristan’s eyes were locked on the ruined castle ahead of him. Like in Andorhal, the walls had been built with white stones. Banners flailed above the crenellations; depicting a symbol of a dragon’s face, with the two swords that cross-plunged its head. Two swords that killed the dragon … Tristan could sense the feeling that he knew the people occupying the dead fortress—more so after seeing the enormous bolt-throwers that lined over the walls.

"Go now, blessed one. Fulfill your destiny." Rex advanced toward the godking, each step requiring more effort than the last as the corruption spreading from the center of the ritual circle fought against his approach. The black scales covering his body began to glow with golden light from within, Fafnir's power manifesting more fully than ever before. 'I am with you,' the dragon's voice assured him. 'Until the end.' The godking noticed Rex's approach, his transformed face twisting into what might have been a smile on any natural being. "Come to witness the culmination of my ascension?" he mocked, his voice no longer remotely human but a discordant symphony of overlapping frequencies.

Alexi was about to take them on, this war was going to be won, and it was going to be won by her pack. Alexi stared at the witch who had to be centuries old; she looked every bit like a dark witch should look, right down to the wart on her nose, scraggly black hair, and piercing black eyes. Alexi saw the witch throwing a fireball at her. As Alexi laughed and hurled water balls into the air, the fireballs fizzled and turned into embers in the air. As Alexi made a small tornado just for the witch, she tossed her miles away, ejecting her from the pack. It was her original plan at least, but the witch escaped her tornado. Alexi shakes her head, thinking this witch thinks she can beat me. Alexi d

I gathered more energy to take them out one by one. “Stand down!” Their leader in the cowboy hat stalked through the door, gazing at the scene. “This is what happens when you disrespect the white wolf. She is a gift. We are winning our war because of her powers. The scales are finally tipped in our favor...” What? The energy moved out of me into a storm—a small storm with gale-force winds that knocked the hunters into one another. The leader knelt in front of my cage, mumbling some prayer. Others followed his lead. These men were getting crazier and crazier.

It said his name was Andromeda. Andromeda transformed into a huge white dragon, one of the rarest in history. I’ve only heard about dark or brown dragon, never have I heard about a white one. “I owed some things if this should work out.” It winked at me and I wondered what things it might possess to grant to me. “A lot of things you never knew about, pup. Climb and let go!” It brawled at me. I was reluctant at first, but then move closer to it. I thought it was easier to climb a dragon but I was wrong as it back was slippery and thick.

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

I was hesitant for a moment as I wasn't sure if I should tell Ji-ho about Star being a white wolf but it was the only way he could give me the info I needed and I trusted him. "I need info on where a white wolf might be, we need their help. This is going to be an all out war, I'm sure you can feel it Ji-ho." I heard him sigh on the other end as if confirming what I already thought. "This is a costly find little witch, this I will need extra funds as I will be trying to find something that only exist through 4 others in this entire world." I knew he could do it, this man had never failed me before.

But Cassius was so excited, she could not ruin that. - It says that whenever the dragon kingdom was heading to destruction, by wars, plaques, and disasters, the white dragon was born to bring the balance back. Those creatures were unique in every meaning of this word. They could possess gifts, different for each of them, but one thing was sure: they could do miracles thanks to them, end wars, heal whole nations, just name it. They were like gods sent to us to turn our kind from the edge. - The man finished, looking at her.

The white dragon nearly entirely retracted before surging forward again, driving himself to the hilt and eliciting a cry from Caelia, while Rhyzar’s thumb slipped free from her mouth. “That’s it, my love,” Rhyzar purred, his clothes disappearing in an instant. His impressive stature loomed before her face and she could hardly contain her desire, practically drooling at the sight. With a low, inhuman growl, the white dragon slowed his pace; his rhythmic in-and-out movements became shallower as Rhyzar gripped his manhood in one hand while gently guiding her lips to open wider with the other. Eagerly, Caelia complied, her body tightening around the pillar inside her as the white dragon’s finger