Sora Ninjago Dragons Rising Novels & Stories

“Look at their hands.” The captives’ fingers twitched. Small movements. Resistance. Sora lifted one hand. They stopped. “They are unfinished,” she said. “Orochi prefers fresh vessels for the coming tide.” “What tide?” I asked. Her gaze dropped to the ring at my throat. “The one your return has awakened.” Raiken took a step forward. Sora’s nails lengthened into black claws. The captives opened their mouths. A low chorus rose from them. Not speech. Hunger.

But that wasn’t what stole my breath. Standing before us, massive and impossible in the rooftop lights, was a dragon. A silver-scaled, ancient-eyed dragon. Watching us. Calm. “Soren,” I breathed, my voice barely there. “He’s called Obsidian. He’s a friend,” Soren said proudly. “He’s our ride.” Before I could decide if I was hallucinating, he was lifting me onto the creature’s surprisingly comfortable, leathery back. Obsidian shifted, muscles rolling beneath us, and then—with a single, mighty push of his wings—we were airborne.

I motioned her beside me and Sean go back to the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re okay JD? You still have to DJ later on Stargazer.” I looked at her and found her brown eyes worriedly looking at me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RENZO After I messaged Black Dragon, Topgun messaged me. 7: BD is injured but he’s okay. -TG I shook my head. JD never tells me if he get injured. I messaged him back. TG: Thanks. -7

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

Turning to face the fountain, I reply with anger, “You could’ve killed us! I didn’t have a way to give her air!” “You fought against me too long. If you submitted early, then none of this would’ve happened.” Clutching Tru, I yell, “Submitted?! I was trying to save her! I thought she was going to drown!” “I wouldn’t hurt her, only you. It’s all your fault she died the first time. You shouldn’t get another chance at a life with her. None of the dragons should. Gesina was too good for them then, and Tru is too good for them now. I’m not convinced you can save her,” Nora’s disdain for me and the dragons show.

What is going on? “I’d rather not,” I say, backing up. I don't want to play games with him even if it is pool. He doesn't understand the affect that he has on me and I don't want him to go any further. Everything about him is alluring and like they the more alluring the more dangerous. I can't let myself fall into trouble again after I have worked so hard to be where I am right now. He smiles a little as his eyes meet mine. “It’s not a trick, Sierra. It’s just a game of pool.”

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

She shrieks again before I see where she lands. I shift back and run towards Cyra; she is at least twenty feet high. “Sweetie, it’s ok, shift back.” I say to her as she whimpers, her eyes darting everywhere. She is scared and confused. She turns in a circle and backs up. I slowly approach her with my hands up. I roar towards her, in a calming way that all dragons do to calm their young. It’s more like a rumbling purr.

"That question again. I thought it'd be obvious after you read that scroll." "What do you mean?" Larry materialised himself a seat and sat down, "I think it'd be best if I start from the beginning. You see, on that scroll, it didn't just mention when the next crystal dragon would be born but also who the parents should be. No one specifically. It only said it needed to be two dragons with pink eyes. That's the reason I was so interested in you." "But you don't have pink eyes." "Oh? My bad, it's become a habit of mine to hide them." Larry then changed his eyes to pink, "Better?"