روايات وقصص ضمن Rise Of The White Dragon Novel

“The White Dragon.” The young Dorthshiren nodded. “Yes. It is said it perished in loneliness. But my father believes its spirit has come back.” She watched Cal, whose face was alight with laughter, and as he caught sight of her, melted into affection and love. “I think I can understand why.” Kashen raised his cup to her. “Perhaps it will live on this time, for it is no longer alone.” After taking a pull of his drink, he bowed to her and walked away.

The swaying figures, paying no attention to anything, stepped into the ashes and indifferently wandered forward. Yarsi was forced to move away from the main scene of action in order to remain under the crowns of trees. The gigantic skeleton of the dragon turned back to the dead. Snow-white bones stood out in sharp dissonance among the jet-black darkness of the changed terrain. Now the monster was stepping heavily along the cracking surface under its paws, exactly towards the hills. To the bait.

"But if the explosion could take away that many lives of mythfolks while being undetected... isn't it wasteful just to be used in the evacuation camps, while the big battle takes place here around the castle?" Mell raised an eyebrow to that, but he found it made sense. Unfortunately, this realization came too late as Mell felt a stir in the ground. He turned to the Rasalhague Castle and saw the white dragon has breached the roof of center building and about to climb down. Mell's eyes widened and his Balor thrusted up. "Get down!"

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV I jumped. Glass exploded around me as I hurled myself through the window, the wind ripping the scream from my throat as the world dropped away— And fire answered. White-hot. Blinding. Violent. My bones shattered and reformed midair, wings tore from my back and scales rippled over my skin. My roar split the sky as I shifted fully, the white dragon tearing free of the castle’s shadow. Below me— Thorfinn. Cracked with molten gold and black stone veins.

I fumbled my toes, reading the chapters intently as the atmosphere quieted down. The other reason why I was so excited for the newest chapter was, it stopped at a good part where another new character is introduced. It was a mythical dragon, named as Clairmont but people called him Halberdier of Chaos, Rodrigar. Even though he’s just introduced in about a few chapters, somehow, he immediately became my favorite. I don’t know how should I put it, but maybe I’m attracted by how the author managed to explain his appearance in detail; a dark skin tone, piercing golden eyes with a spiraling red around it’s cornea, tall stature, and leanly muscular body. The author also stated in their notes that

A human dragon hybrid that didn’t know if they were meddling in things that their dragon side opened the door to that their human side wasn’t meant to know. The thought crystallised with startling clarity, making her pulse quicken. "What if DragonCoin wasn't created by someone trying to expose dragons? What if it was made by someone like me who didn't know what they were?" Marcus's expression shifted from scepticism to alarm. "A dormant bloodline, awakening through technology instead of traditional means?" "It would explain the hybrid magical-digital approach," Xaihuang mused, his bronze eyes gleaming. "And the timing. If another Convergence bloodline began stirring six months ago..."

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan