Novel & Cerita Rise Of The White Dragon Novel

The black light clashed against the white light and let out a screeching noise. GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUULLLLLL~ ROOOOOARRRR! Unfortunately, Fluppy that was lying near them had the biggest secondhand impact. Fluppy convulsed on the ground, writhing in pain due to the excessive inhalation of the intoxication scent around them. For the first time in her life inside the novel did she feel resentment towards the dragon. The dragon was supposed to be one of the most important beings inside here. They were an existence that stood above all other existence in this fictional novel.

The white dragon reached the entrance of the Ice Castle of Ayruzglow kingdom with Nora. Rapidly, they gotten to the east wing, Dev landed Nora carefully; he then changed his appearance from dragon to a wizard. The enormous white dragon shrank its initial size of twenty-three feet height to six feet. He shook his shoulders when a pair of large white wings emerged from his spines. The white outfit matched his charm perfectly to grab the attention of any female. Dev gently took Nora in his arms to help her reach her room located in the east wing. The maid female dragons in the Ice Castle of Ayruzglow Kingdom drooled over his arrival with Nora on the east wing.

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede

The old woman’s eyes met Elidra’s. “Your ancestor, girl. The first White Wolf. She bound the beast to guard the terrible things your kind created. She was the life taken.” The truth hit Elidra hard. The first White Wolf. Her own blood. She had given herself to imprison the dragon for the good of everyone. Now the dragon, close to freedom, wanted a sacrifice from the same bloodline to break the tie completely. “It wants a White Wolf’s life,” Elidra said quietly. “But it will settle for the echo of one,” the Crone replied. She pointed a thin finger at Elidra’s stomach. “For the potential inside. Because the magic is lazy. It sees the blood and takes the easiest path.”

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

Albian had arrived just in time to see the smoke, hear the cries of the people, and taste the Dragon Fear. He watched as the daylight was slowly blotted out by huge wings, balls of fire, and a dark fog. It was almost dark as night, though sunset was still a few hours off. As he stood atop that hill, he cried at the scene before him knowing any aid he might have offered would never be enough. “I've come too late...” He cried.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

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.

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.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.