Seven Blows Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

The moment Clara clenched the ruby in her palm, a terrifying pressure surged through the Dragon Abyss. The stench of death spread in all directions as the slumbering evil dragon finally opened its eyes. Clara was so terrified that her legs nearly gave out. She trembled violently and stammered, "There really… There really is an evil dragon down here!" The dragon's body was shrouded in black miasma. It opened its blood maw wide and slithered closer to Clara with obvious malice.

As the heir of the Tenebris, darkness Dragons, and Princess of all 8 clans, I should uphold the same views, but I couldn't, thanks to my father. The shop was rather busy when we entered. Several women ogled pieces on the mannequins but looked disgruntled when the assistants to the shop told them the prices. It seemed that the plummet in currency affected everyone. The owner of the shop stared down at us as we browsed alongside the rest of her customers. By the looks of it, we would be the only ones who purchased anything, but the burly woman with terrible grey streaks still glared. Cyra aimed for a turquoise gown in the furthest corner, with white embellishments. Everything was made of sub-p

Drake was about to snap my neck. “Drake, NO!” I heard Willow scream as if her soul was on fire. The thought of her in pain no matter if it was physical or emotional, I couldn’t handle it. Black scales rippled over my body, giving me a natural layer of armor. I gave a wicked laugh, my dragon and human voice mixing together to make it all the more chilling. My teeth elongated and my claws extended into razor blades. Drake thought he had me, but I’ll be damned before I let Willow see the likes of him defeat me. Not only that, but it will be over my dead body before I leave her in his hands.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

As the realization that this massive dragon was most likely Murdok Rori grabbed onto the claw still holding her, and she opened her mouth to speak when the sound of Henry’s laughter pulled her attention away. The book was now floating above his hand and as he chanted Rori watched as translucent, almost glowing bones formed into an armor around him and Rori gasped. Henry pointed his hand toward the massive dragon and a zap of lightning shot from his palm straight into the shoulder of the dragon, causing Murdok to scream in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp on Rori. Henry fired a few more bolts that all hit Murdok and Rori couldn’t stand by and watch her stepfather kill the man that saved

Dontain whispered, finding the man at the back of the army nothing more than a silhouette, holding a staff held high, black smoke emanating from it, swirling up towards the sky like a tornado, the sound of screeching vibrating through every essence of life. “What’s that noise?” Dontain whispered to Drykator, Drykator taking a glance towards Dontain shook his head, the noise was unfamiliar to him, Drago took a step closer to the edge, his eyes fixed on the dark cloud growing and thickening, thunderbolts bursting from the centre of the staff outwards towards the sky, he knew that sound well. Brushing down his gloves after riding Strike he sniffed the air, it smelt damp and heavy, like the sme

At first it was just a few dribbles but after only a moment, the rain that resembled fiery torches had fallen down in floods. "TAP TAP TAP!" smoking drum beats were heard across the lands as the sizzling crashes were resounding unto the form of the man in the sky. The particles of flames would get no further than a hair's breadth before it was extinguished by a rippling light barrier. The dragon finally closed the gap between them and fixed a large claw unto the stationary man. The dragon's arms, down to its sharp attacking claw, were eerily blue in color. Far from the rest of its body's blood shade. One could only imagine the power held on that deadly grasp.

Caleb laughed icily as he strode up, his entire body engulfed with black flames! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" A draconic roar thundered in the black flames that materialized and engulfed Caleb's body, along with the Dharmic Cutter as Caleb drew it out as well. Raising the great sword over his head, he swung it forward, and the black airblades shot forward along with the black flames, streaking straight for the gates! Boom! With a resounding explosion, the black flames erupted as they reached the gates, rushing upward hundreds of feet into the air!

Wings wider than stormfronts beat once, stirring the smoke into whirling tempests. The Black Dragon. Its scales a cloak of darkness, descended through the cloud of its own making. The heat rose off its flanks in quivering waves. Beneath its claws, the broken remnants of Eirenos steamed. The dragon tilted its horned head, exhaling a low growl that rippled through the charred landscape. “Done already?” its voice rumbled like thunder echoing through stone. “How dull.”

The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy. The first dragon dropped with a thunderous crash, its body a grotesque heap of smoldering flesh. The second followed, its wings shredded, crashing to the ground in a lifeless heap. The third, fourth, and fifth fell in quick succession, their once-mighty forms reduced to twisted, melted carcasses. The crowd watched in horror. The sight of the dragons' gruesome demise was a testament to Blaze's unimaginable power. Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat.