Starving Venom Fusion Dragon Novels & Stories

user"> *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:327ee111-c2d1-42ac-bb13-61dcf5998ce9-1" data-testid="conversation-turn-2" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The soul poison is in a state of fusion, but due to the special ability of the Dragon Hunter Spider, "Predator," it has successfully activated. There is a significant chance that a new talent will be formed through this fusion.

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

Cupid answered him back. “Why you–––“ Atlas started but Cupid shut him up. “Bingo! Alright, Bacchus, Pegasus, you can go in now.” Cupid said on the intercom. “Now we just have to wait until they kill that Black Dragon.” He said to Atlas. “Do you think they can? I mean, that’s Black Dragon. He killed almost half of our members.” Atlas said sitting up. “I actually don’t know. But boss ordered us to do this.” Cupid answered.

He only had two in total, and losing one was a massive blow. Furious and unwilling to accept this humiliation, he called forth his venomous beasts—not to attack but to fuel a forbidden technique. Closing his eyes, he sat cross-legged in the air. Below him, the poisonous creatures hissed and writhed, releasing thick clouds of venomous mist that he inhaled deeply. A moment later, he opened his mouth, expelling a luminous green miasma. The toxic cloud condensed and took shape, forming a venomous dragon as massive as the water and fire dragons summoned by his two companions.

You will travel back to my palace naked with my seed running down your legs. Tegan could see he was aroused by the idea of dominating her so easily, she knew he would enjoy humiliating her in front of his men. With a low growl, she leapt forward. Twisting her body to avoid his fangs, she raked a deep gouge along his flank, drawing bright red blood that splashed onto her snow white fur. In an instant, StarWolf was beside her, snarling and snapping, using his teeth and claws to gouge deep wounds into the dragon. They worked as a team, one of them drawing Dante’s fire and the other racing in underneath him to bite and claw. It wasn’t long before he was bleeding profusely from many deep wounds;

​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with the primordial blood in the water. The energy rushed into the empty space in my chest, swirling violently before condensing, hardening, and igniting. A brand-new, indestructible source of power flared to life within my frame—the very first core of dragon flame.

With a soft, musical sound that sounded like a silver bell ringing in deep space, a large piece of the violet shell broke away. From inside the egg, a tiny, exquisite creature emerged into the blinding starlight fire of the forge. It was a Cosmic Void-Dragon Hatchling. The hatchling was barely two feet long, covered in iridescent, dark-violet scales that reflected the starry night sky. Twin obsidian horns curled gracefully back from its head, and its wings were delicate sails made of dark, semi-translucent void plasma interspersed with tiny glowing stars. Its wide, intelligent eyes burned with pure, luminous gold.

Vis explained and leaned back. "We had no name for it, but the explanation is consistent with what we know. Bahadir sealed Rafabik into his own body. He was the container that held the huge dragon. We assumed that after the death, the dragon died with the vessel. We were wrong. A generation later, a young woman showed up out of nowhere. An Auon with the ability to produce white flames. After she died, another came and then another one. We have not been able to determine how the next vessel is selected, but each person has been an Auon, and they are drawn to the Dragonstone in Haara," said Saefir. "Dragonstone? You have a Dragonstone," Sidastir exclaimed in surprise.

Curiosity prickled, and Storm began, “Lovely mate, I’m glad you’re carrying our hatchling and a pup. You’ve made me the happiest dragon alive.” “A hatchling or a pup? So the baby isn’t a hybrid?” I asked in disbelief. Storm laughed. “One fetus is Dorrin’s and mine—it’s a hatchling. The other is Alexander and Velkan’s pup.” I caught my breath. Twins. “And the third one… we still can’t figure out whose baby it is. It’s a hybrid of a dragon, lycan, and vampire.”