Skeleton Dragons Novels & Stories

Finally, she made her way inside the main part of Forrest Keep, less clothes and skin, but she had conquered the flaming waves and the gauntlet of soldiers. For the briefest of moments, she leaned against a tree, catching her breath, preparing for more. She scanned the dark skies, but the dragons seemed to stay higher up than before. The armored vigilantes, relaxed and unbridled by fear of the people, wandered here and there pillaging the dead. It was disgusting and made her skin crawl, but it also gave her the freedom to move within the smoke and shadows unnoticed.

The lines started to become more polished as the intelligence of the beasts increased until they became beautiful and majestic. The one that stuck out the most for David was the painting of a skeleton. It had 12 blood-red wings coming from its back, two pairs of horns grew on its head, and a red heart was glowing on its chest. It was pointing at the sky, and its flaming eyes looked upwards. Surrounding him were kneeling figures, some were tall, others were short, some were alive, some were ghosts. But all of them respectfully bowed to the existence that the skeleton was signaling. Skeletor looked with interest at the painting and tried to touch it with his bony fingers, but a hand stopped hi

But he cannot do anything about them either. He needs them right now. He cannot even move without someone helping him. "Drake infused his power in each of his blows. He made sure that my healing slows down to a human speed. I heard about it from some friends. But never thought it would be possible. But Drake did it, and that too on me. I will heal slowly like a human" Carlos revealed, shocking Sarah even more. "How much strength and power does he have?" She muttered with irritation. "You need hundred orange dragons to defeat him. His parentage is strong. Roland and his first wife are both pureblooded orange dragons, making Drake a unique and powerful dragon of our kind" Carlos educated his m

Only then did I notice the mounts pacing restlessly in the farmhouse yard: a skeletal phoenix, three skeletal leopards, and a long-tailed ice dragon. The skeletal phoenix was the same creature I had seen when I was very young—the phoenix skeleton raised by the Aesir who killed my sister. Such mounts belonged exclusively to scholars and priests. The skeletal leopards, their eye sockets hollow and dark, bore stark white bone claws and fangs; they were ferocious in combat.

I made sure I stayed close to Dahlia as much as I could to mask her scent, but since two of us were now both Shadow wolves, the masking magic I used must not have been enough… As expected, the rogues will have a hard time following us, but those flying skeletal dragons won’t! I swerved away from one just in time as its bony talons swooped down from a nearby tree. The flying thing was average in size, possibly just around the size of a baobab tree. However, its wingspan was several meters in length. I can’t even imagine how it was flying with just its bones, but I guess the glowing spirit stone placed in its heart would answer for that.

They moved like ghosts toward the blighted plain. The air became thick and smelled sour. The ground was soft and full of dead things. The tower looked like a skeletal finger scratching the sky. They could see many figures moving at its base. Then they saw the bone yard. It was a wasteland of white bone. Great ribs stuck out of the earth like a ruined church. The dragon’s skeleton had been broken apart for pieces. In the center, a few large bones remained, including a massive leg bone and part of a skull. This was where Silas gathered his power.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

Tethys’ voice broke through the tension, low and rasping as he began to chant; “A drop from each, a pact entwined, To awaken power of the ancient kind. As silence falls upon the willing prey, Their voices hushed, their wills astray. Their essence merges with my own, A dance of souls, in blood and bone. With whispered words and gestures grand, A spell is cast by my command. The awaken stirs, from bones to life, A beast reborn in blood-soaked rife.” The ground trembled beneath me, and I could feel the air grow thick with the weight of his magic. My eyes widened in horror as from the pile of bones, something began to stir, something terrible. From the twisted heap of dragon skeletons, a massive

The Colosseum arena was packed full of Different dragons. The arena is similar to Roman stadium structures with pillars about it. There are three major types of dragons that make up a clan. The adult dragons are seated in front. They are one of the most powerful and famous dragons know to man. They are large with scales and can burn down an entire city in seconds. The warm-ly dragons, they are more like serpent dragons with long bodies and legs ranging from four to eight legs, they more like powerful massagers and subdivided into various earth dragon. The worm-ly with intelligence that transforms into humans flesh but has elves ears are known as vouivre.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.