Tale Of The Yellow Dragon Novels & Stories

Green Dragon narrowed his eyes, then he cast a glance at Tyr and mocked, “Tyr, can you believe what you are saying? You have experienced so much along the way. Last time on the Mount of Terror, the scene we saw is still fresh in all of our memories. Do you still think that legends are not more than stories?” In this instant, Tyr fell silent. After a while, when the red light disappeared from the sky and the world returned to darkness, only did Tyr slowly ask, “What exactly was that?” “The Devil’s Eye.” Green Dragon explained, “It is said, at that location is a spring that spits this red stuff every once in a while. So far, no one knows what exactly the red stuff is.” “Lava?” Tyr asked tentat

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Abigail replied, that was the first story every witch was ever told. I grinned, "What you do not know my dear Abigail is the other half of the story. Who the stranger was and how he did come by this magic." Abigail pricked up her ears looking at her aunt in confusion, "what do you mean to say? Who was the man?" " A dragon prince. More than nine hundred thousand years ago. The dragon race ruled the sky. Dragons are magical creatures just a scale from thier bodies could create great magic.

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.

Golden blood spilled all over the dragon scales, which could only be described as horrible! "Do you know? There is a legend in our hometown that there is a kind of insect called an earthworm that will turn into a snake after a disaster, and a snake becomes a python and then dragon. Only then can it turn into a dragon!" "However, in my eyes, even if a dragon is a dragon, sometimes it is just a worm!" Samuel smiled evilly, and the jade sword in his hand shone faintly. The 52nd move! "Roar!" It seemed that it understood Samuel's mockery. Buddha’s Mighty Heavenly Dragon roared angrily. It was so angry that it roared extremely majesticly.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

Banari says. Big deal, he fucks anything that moves. “So, why were you looking for me?” she asks. “I want to claim a dragon so I can wage war against the original dragons who caused all of this,” Pyralis tells her. That’s more than he’s told me before, and I see that Galeus and Banari look surprised too. “Which one?” she asks. “What do you mean, which one?” Banari asks her. “Which dragon? There are two. There’s the small white one and there’s the very large multi-colored one.”

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp