Tales Of Arise Dragon Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had already walked towards the young man who was bathed in blood, Ara could not tell if it was from the young man or from someone else, but she had no right to ask the young man who tried to stand up even though his arm was crippled. Ara crouches down in front of the male lead before she raises her delicate right hand and gently wipes down the blood stains near its dark dragon eyes that prevent the male lead earlier to see a delicate small frame that crouched down in front of him earlier when he heard the noise not far away from him.

Even a little improvement could be felt. "If I want to cultivate the Ancient Draconic Way to an extremely high level, I will need an important treasure like dragon veins and dragon blood. In this way, my Ancient Draconic Way will increase my speed to a crazy level. Unfortunately, the divine dragon has long since disappeared from the ancient times..." While sighing with emotion, Zephyr Khan did not forget to refine the dragon's blood. With the operation of the true energy, the dragon's blood had become crystal clear like a jade dragon's eye.

She knew that Mac trusted her, but she didn't want to give him any reason to suspect her. They counted up to twenty thousand coins; that was more than Mac had ever made. He started bawling with excitement, his hope already in full bloom. The Blood Kingdom... Deep within the dark forest of the Blood Kingdom, there stood a grand palace. It was surrounded by a toxic river that emitted poisonous gases and could only be crossed by a special boat owned by the Blood king. A thick fog surrounded both the river and the castle, and whoever was crossing would have to be very careful to prevent falling to his or her death.

She had ignored this crucial fact and had lowered her defences. “But I will not fall!” Asherah’s beautiful eyes twinkled as her aura grew even more solidified. Her eyes sharpened as a green spear appeared within her grasp. With a deep breath flew towards the tsunami and drew upon more of her blood. Her gaze turned murderous as she approached the blood red sea that threatened to drown everything in its path, and once she was close enough her luscious lips parted to reveal her tempting tongue. “Blood Arts: Asherah Pole” *Boom*

Arianna took a deep breath, staring at the fire and recalling the part about her bearing the Ouroboros blood. "Aria," Lylah called, and Arianna finally faced her, drawing closer. "Look into my eyes, Lylah, and tell me what color they are." Lylah nodded lightly and stared closer, then frowned. "Silver? I thought you had green eyes, like Father." "Hm," Arianna nodded. "I have the bloodline of the Ouroboros." "Ouro... What?!" "Ouroboros. They are dragon keepers. They have silver eyes, silver hair, and..." Arianna began explaining everything to Lylah—the story she found in Selene’s book, the dreams she had, and everything she knew about the Ouroboros.

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

Like she was very much familiar with this ancient being she knew nothing about. He didn't lash out at her, he had a calm look when he took his gaze the floor to her, then me, “I think it's high time I introduce myself to the Clifford family,” His eyes pointing daggers at me. He did know us so well. He had been watching us up close, “It shocks me to say that the one who I seek dwells amongst the humans and I, myself, lived with them,” He gestured to the bloodstains, “On this spot was were your daughter and I came to through a portal she, herself created. This is the Rose of my ex lover's last bloodline, I believe. This blood I had drained out to fill in mine out of the growing bound I shared

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

Drake tells me catching my face, his own emotions plastered all over his face I feel a warm wash of water flow from between my legs followed by more pain, drake looks down and his entire body freezes, “CARON CARON I NEED YOU CARON! He screams, i look down and realise im covered in blood, my own thoughts freeze, it was so much, it was everywhere and more was spreading out over the bed and dripping of the edge, drake turns, opening the door for a tired looking caron and a frantic looking fiona, as both of them see me they stop looking to each other then back to me

"Don't do it again, Dmitri. I understand you had little choice, but it goes against everything I am to feed a blood sucker." Just a hint of amber flashed in his eyes even though he knew I partially jested. He shrugged. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Dragon blood is the nastiest thing I ever tasted." Yeah right. I know how powerful dragon blood is. "Well you didn't expire, so it couldn't be all bad." He didn't give me the smartass comeback I expected. "How do you feel?" Ashamed, sad, and homesick. "Better." "How are the cravings for alcohol?"