Son Of The Dragon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then mother pointed a dragon with dark red staining its forehead. "Among the five dragons, this one rules when it comes to matchless prowess and strength. He's called the Vetrik Jihn Drakon, your dad's enemy since ancient days. There was much destruction when they once fought in the black days, the first year of Earth's birth." "But dad won, right?" I asked. My mother hugged me tenderly and kissed my forehead. "Your dad is strong. But careful as we are, we should be watchful of the shaking of the grounds for it will soon come. The gathering."

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

The pupils deep in his eyes were like needles, shining dazzlingly. "Dammit.... Dammit.... No matter who you are, you're dead meat... dead meat!!" As he roared, a huge shadow slowly appeared behind him. This shadow was ferocious, like a dragon or a snake. It had eight arms and a pair of eyes like a pair of snake eyes, which were very attractive. This person was the master of the Little Dragon King Manor, the Eight-armed Dragon King! With his bloodline perception ability, he already knew that his son, Zhenlong Master, had been killed. At this time, he was naturally furious.

I don’t know how he found me, but his expression was filled with words. "Your father is dying, Jenny!" He threw these words at me, confident that he could make me crumble. I still remember my father and long for the pack; it was my world. I almost took a step forward, trying to understand what had happened, but then I saw Max’s questioning eyes. Dragon advanced, his eyes angry upon seeing Max approaching me. He said, glaring at Max, "You must return, Jenny. Alpha Anderson is waiting for you." Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too."

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.

I stood up behind my mother and looked over her head at this terrible woman. "Get out of my way, Dimitria! " She growled. My mother stood her ground. Not saying anything but she looked extremely pissed off. "Your scum of a son attacked a noble!" She yelled. "Your son a noble! Ha! Since when? Let me tell you something Siracussa, my son has more true noble dragons blood in his little finger than your son has in his body! That boy can not even fight his own battles! His too busy cowering behind his mothers skirts!" My mother growled back.