Sharp Class Dragons の小説・ストーリー

He turned again to Warren who had now propped himself up against the cliff tears in his eyes looking towards Shreftwood silently and slowly saying the words ‘I’m Sorry’ He turned back to the others, his eyes glanced over the Dragonslayer in the distance. “There are many kinds of dragons in this world and that one attacks with a large shockwave of energy, like a volcano blowing its top through the build of pressure. They are attracted to light unlike fire breathers, which hunt by the scent of blood, they sense heat and light that’s why when under attack by a fire breather you can always count on a shockwave to be close by.” “I can hear your thoughts Shreftwood” a voice began to rumble in Shre

“You're embarrassing. You were incapable of getting even a little close to us. I would have had much more respect for you if you had.” Biel glared at her with hatred, and Aria proceeded to rip her shoulder and pour acid on the wound. It was as if my worst nightmare had come true. “Leave them alone,” I said painfully. “I'm just getting started,” Aria said. “With the dragon I can't do this, but I have a special knife for him.” The shapeshifters dragged Drago away, and Aris pulled out a red diamond knife. It was a stone that could be harmful to dragons, so I knew it was going to hurt Drago badly.

He'd lost his wife and his only heir, and hence, promised to wipe out the existence of wolves. Aria stared at the weapon named as Dragon's tail spear. A spear with a pointed blade, resembling a dragon's pointed, scaled tail, made with obsidian rock- also known as hardened lava. Both sides of the blade had pointed teeth. She could imagine the tearing pain emerging from the stab and pull of the blade.

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

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.

Lucian’s handprints painted her skin. “It’s not demons or anything.” I chuckled, thinking of the few that I knew. I could never worship any of those sex-crazed crazies. “A lot of shifters worship her. The goddess, but dragons are much older than that. We were there when men were still hiding in caves afraid of fire. It makes sense, we were the fire.” “Hm. Does that mean that you were around then?” “Not quite that old. I’ve only been alive for a few hundred years. Lucian is much older than me.”

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

Kiri smiled, a little impressed she knew, “They take the main form of whatever non-dragon race the parent is, with a skill of their parent dragon. They became rare as dragons started to lose interest in the other races, and once the dragonkin mated again, some offspring did not even look dragon-touched, but some took on the form of drakken.” “Grub hears scary lady is scared of lizard,” Grub said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He was holding a shiny silver-bladed dagger that had an ornate golden hilt with strange runes etched into, with a wrapped leather pommel and was twirling it around while he spoke. Everyone burst out laughing except Grub, Kiri included, “F**k, that has to be the b

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.