Saphira Dragon 소설 & 이야기

As we were laying there, I felt a burning sensation on the other side of my neck. I asked, “What’s happening?” He felt the burning too and replied, “We’re getting our dragon marks.” The burn was done in less than a minute, but I was confused, “But you marked me while we were mating.” He sighed, “Well, you know that my mom is a hybrid, right?” I nodded and he continued, “I am too. So is Levi. Saphira is straight wolf and an oracle.” I giggled, “She won’t be straight wolf for long.” He laughed, “I guess not.” I smiled, “I am fine with all of that. I love you for you, Elliot. I know your animals are big part of who you are, so I love them too.” He held me tighter, “We love you too. We have a lo

“Phoenix,” Adelaide said after listening to their descriptions of Alicia’s experiences. “I think you are the missing child of the Firebird Queen. It was said that you were lost when a group of rogue dragons attacked your kingdom. They killed the Lady Phoenix and intended to kill her child, who was said to posses the same power as her mother, but you disappeared. You were assumed to be dead,” Adelaide told Alicia.

The woman turned around and Dravo shifted back and pulled her to him as they both whispered mate. The woman was about my height with fiery red hair and deep green eyes. She didn’t smell like a shifter though she did smell like magic. A witch? Supernaturals have never had interspecie mates. I smiled at the pair. I was happy for Dravo. He deserved his true mate. “D! Stop hogging your mate and introduce me!” I grumbled as I walked up to the new mates. “Phire! This is Meadra, Meadra this is my best friend Sapphire.” He said as he grabbed Meadra’s left hand.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

“The dragon bloodline suits Sasha more. You’d be able to fly, have keener senses and have additional magic abilities with plenty of resistance to various debuffs. Apart from the cold, you’d be vulnerable to anti-dragon magic and attacks, but we can protect you if that happens. I don’t think anti-dragon items are abundant in this dungeon.” Without hesitation, Sasha accepted her fate as a draconian and redeemed the noble bloodline. Her first flight was wonky, and the newly gained wings were tricky to control. She ended up crashing into Oritha like a broken kite, but there was still someone else Zen had to help pick a suitable bloodline.

Lady Salsa roared when she saw that her eggs been kidnapped, her dragon form immediately took over her human form The soldiers were startled as they've never seen a very beautiful dragon, Even Queen Tekiya dragon found ain't as beautiful as the white dragon with green eyes before them, Lady Salsa took the opportunity and release her inner qi and cough out a big flame, the soldiers immediately changed to their Dragon form to withstand the blow, After so many attempts Lady Salsa was defeated because she previously used her inner qi to heat her eggs. Her human form took place as she sat down defeated on the hay. "My hatchlings, give them back you scum!! She cried Give them back!!!! " My lady, D

Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet. Her eyes snap open and they are the fiery red I have seen only twice before. She lets out a scream when sharp spikes suddenly burst from her spine and in less than a minute, her dress falls in shreds to the dirt and a massive black dragon lays in the dirt. My eyes widen as the men suddenly snap her collar on, then run. The dragon lets out a roar and leap to its feet. “That’s Lyza’s dragon?” Angel hisses in shock. “She said his name is Talon and that when she shifts, he takes over completely. There is no middle ground like with wolves, you don’t share control I guess,” I explain.

She steps forward and raises her hands, her eyes completely violet. "You will dress as a queen. You will wear the crown forged for you and let the ground burn where you step." "I'm finished," Syrra whispers. She takes several steps back as I suck in a deep breath. Mitalonys takes over and a scream escapes my lips as agonizing pain rips through my body. I collapse in the dirt, tears streaming down my face. Spikes burst from my spine and my canines turn to fangs. "You will shift and carry the dragon to Mors. You will let them fall and wait for the phoenix."

The burn inside her chest was brutal. Her mate didn't want her, what could be more tragic than this. They continued to walk in an unknown direction. Elijah kept his focus on the path ahead. Sabrina halted in her steps when a shadow passed over them. She looked up to see a dragon flying by. Its wings were so large that they could cover her fully even from a distance as far as that. Sabrina had seen vampires, wolves, and elves but had never seen a dragon up close so these creatures had always intrigued her.

“What do you want, Gerth?” The Goblin spun, startled. The chairs were occupied by three Alva’himar. The one in the large center seat he recognized as the Raamija. Her robe was more elaborate, a deep grey color embroidered with black runes and flame motifs. He could see naught of her face but her mouth and chin, for the large hood kept the rest in shadow. Dark hair was visible spilling around her neck. She wore a pendant as well, with what looked like a Dragon engraved upon it. It made little sense to Gerth, for the Alva’himar seemed to hold disdain for the Dragons. He glared at her. “Do you enjoy taunting others, Sapha?”