Saphira Dragon 소설 & 이야기

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The roars came again. Closer. Louder. The sky itself vibrated. A shadow appeared on the eastern horizon. Then another. Then dozens more. They were enormous. Larger than any dragon Elara had ever seen. The first burst through the clouds. Its scales were pure white, shimmering like moonlight. Six silver horns curved from its head. Ancient runes glowed along its wings. It landed with enough force to shake the mountains. A crimson dragon followed. Then a sapphire one.

"But I'm going to find out. And until I do, you belong to me." Saoirse’s hands curled into fists in the horse’s mane. She would play his game. She would be his mute, stupid servant. She was the Last Dragon. He was the Viper. And he had just invited his own destruction into his home.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

I would stand here, and I would not move, and I would let the five minutes go by, and I would walk out. The sapphire girl walked toward the dragon. She walked the way she had stood in the yard, with her chin up. Two other girls followed her, laughing the high, breathy laugh of people who could not believe the thing in front of them was real. "Don't," I said, quietly enough that no one heard me. One of the girls reached out a hand. The dragon's chest swelled. I saw it happen the way you see lightning before you hear it — the long ribs lifting, the throat coloring orange under the scales, the yellow eyes gone narrow.

The dragon didn't just take up space; she seemed to command it. Thalindra’s consciousness retreated into a small corner of her mind, letting the dragon’s instincts and power surge to the forefront. There was a terrible sort of peace in it—the pain was still there, but it was translated into a singular, driving purpose. The air suddenly shifted as Saphira positioned herself with one task, sucking the dark energy all to herself, she tried to shield everything with herself and take the blows.

They laughed and walked away to go talk. Saphira walked to a table with drinks on it, took one, then turned to walk away when a scent hit her so hard, she stiffened and tried to find the source. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. She finally chalked it up to her imagination and turned to walk away but ran straight into a wall. When she looked up, she realized it wasn't a wall, but the most incredible man she had ever seen. He reached to touch her face, and she leaned into his touch. The sparks were enough to make her forget her manners completely until she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard, "My beautiful mate. Might I know your name and where you are from?" Saphira looked i

Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray. Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.

In all its fury, it opens its mouth and unleashes his fire, immediately setting the packhouse the vampires occupied on fire. - Stop, I order you. - The vampire screamed. - Who are you to think you can command a red dragon? Creature of the night, I will destroy you. At the sound of these words, Saphira grabs her son and runs at her speed away from there, leaving Aurelius alone, who continued, in vain, to try to dominate Zog with his voice. The little fox approached Zog from the right and the daywalker from the left, but the vampire saw nothing. He didn't want to let that dragon get away, so he used all the hypnotizing power he had.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.