Starving Venom Fusion Dragon の小説・ストーリー

They had merged into one. Gideon was dumbfounded. What kind of crazy move was this? Was this some sci-fi action movie? "Stop it!" Orabella shouted. The moment they fused, the Dragonsbane Mech's power skyrocketed. Energy erupted from its entire body. It was now in full-on berserker mode. "Solar Titan Fist!" Gideon roared. His fist, infused with the Earthcore Flame, engulfed the Dragonsbane Mech. "Break through!" However, the Dragonsbane Mech cleaved through the flames and escaped.

Without reservation, I jumped out after them both, but I could only catch one of them within my flame-edged talons, and Kora, despite her weak wings, was still safer than her husband and eggs trapped within a prison of metal and glass. With a strong gust of wind, I know that Primus has shifted as well, his powerful wings creating an upcurrent as he pulls the surrounding air to support his incredible weight. As I hover nearby, I watch our uncle grasp my sister-in-law with one of his enormous hands. Thankfully, he’s strong and large, with the might of an earth drake, infused with the true power of the stars–the perfect blending of both his legacies. Otherwise, he’d have dropped her as soon as

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

Venomous eyes the color of emeralds fall to me as if she were looking at a mere insect. She is cruel. I can already tell before she opens her mouth. “This is the Tribute who has been moved into the Queens Suite?” her eyes wander over me like she were inspecting goods. “Awfully flat, aren’t you? And where are your curves? Are you part stick?” she tsks, her maids snicker, and fingernails cut my palms. “A little thing like you could never handle a Dragon, darling.” This is the same song and dance as before. I simply bow my head, I am not stupid proud enough to argue with a Dragon Noble.

Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them. They collapse together on the massive bed, a tangle of limbs and elements. Steam rises where Draven's fiery skin meets the moisture beading on Aquina's skin. The claiming mark between her shoulder blades throbs with each heartbeat, pulsing in sync with the three dragons who now share her soul.

The Giant-teeth Tiger charging at the forefront did not even have time to scream before being swallowed by the rift, dissolving into a mist of blood. The puppet in the center slammed both fists into the ground. The earth instantly shattered as searing magma intertwined with frigid malevolent energy, forming a domain of destruction. The Black-scale Python and the Ferocious Eagle fell into it, their bodies melting inch by inch until no trace remained. The puppet on the right opened its mouth and unleashed a Spiritual Cannon condensed to the extreme, blasting straight toward the Bone Dragon at the mountain peak. That Bone Dragon, capable of shaking mountains, instantly disintegrated into a sky

"They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially." "They say its scales are blacker than coal, and when it flies, it blots out the moon," Freya continued, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "And it only responds to one thing: pure, ancient bloodline magic. That it was the original binder, drawn to a kind of kinship." I was stone cold sober now, despite the liquor sloshing in my gut. Kinship. Bloodline. Easton had just used those exact words earlier. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to test the waters, to see how we reacted to the idea.

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

They had reached his chest before it had finally realized there were two people running up him. The beast stared at them with yellow draconic eyes as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Sophia stared up at the dragon. Unlike, Elijah’s transformation, this dragon seemed antagonistic. With yellow slit eyes and black marks all over his body, she was sure it came here to destroy. But how did he manage to enter the kingdom? Does that mean his teammates are…? Sophia shook her head. She knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just stand here like a civilian when her teammates were in danger. She scaled the beast herself, determined to be of help to Leon and Zain.