Romans & histoires Takemichi Black Dragon

Wings wider than stormfronts beat once, stirring the smoke into whirling tempests. The Black Dragon. Its scales a cloak of darkness, descended through the cloud of its own making. The heat rose off its flanks in quivering waves. Beneath its claws, the broken remnants of Eirenos steamed. The dragon tilted its horned head, exhaling a low growl that rippled through the charred landscape. “Done already?” its voice rumbled like thunder echoing through stone. “How dull.”

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

“This Banquet is being held by his Majesty, The Dragon King. If any new Activities are to be added to this evening event list, they must recieve approval from the Dragon King himself.” Ryker stares blankly at me for a long moment. He is quiet, lips pressed thin as anger coils around his shoulders like a devil. “Congratulations, tribute. You are our first participant. You should feel honored.” My whole body falls numb, hands shaking, ears ringing. I barely register his next words that seal my fate. “Restraint her and bring her close. Let us begin.”

Ash nodded and followed Bright as the two Leaders walked on the stage and asked everyone to keep quiet. "Thank you one and all for becoming a part of such an important day in mine and Ash life. As we celebrate our union today, I would like to make my position quite clear. As the leader of Black Dragon , my community pledges allegiance to the entire Black Dragon and the White Dragon. And because I speak for the entire Black Dragon , I can safely say that I have the full support of the Black Dragon "

Just then, a breeze whipped past behind Botani, and he turned around to see a black dragon in the air. Edmund was controlling it as he said, "What if I were to kill you with the Black Dragon Spell of the dragon clan, then? Would that work?" "Edmund? You!" Botani widened his eyes, but the black dragon had swiped at him with its talons before he could even finish speaking. Botani raised his hands to block the attack but was flattened in the blink of an eye. The black dragon vanished, and Edmund spat out a mouthful of blood as he collapsed to the ground.

she added quietly. “It is as I suspected,” he replied. “Thank you for your insight Meguitte.” “Talen… One last thing.” She hesitated. “Sigrid’s vampire, Samuel. Has Tony spoken to you about him?” “No,” Talen was puzzled. “What about him?” “It turns out that he is a dragon.” There was silence on the other end, and then Talen cleared his throat. “That’s certainly interesting. Thank you for letting me know - ” He was being politely patient, uncertain what the topic had to do with him, other than being an interesting piece of information.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

Good. Because so am I. I launch from the terrace. My dragon bursts forward with a roar that shakes the ancient stone beneath us. The wind tears across my scales as I climb rapidly toward the incoming enemy. Malrec doesn’t slow. He’s in his dragon form—larger than any I’ve ever seen outside the royal bloodline. Bigger than before. His scales are dark as storm clouds, and his wings cut through the air with terrifying strength. Fae enhancements. He’s not alone.

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins