Tensei Shitara Dragon の小説・ストーリー

“No! Please, spare me!” “Kill them!” Cries and screams rose above the chaos that engulfed the Sacred Dragon Sect. The sharp swish of blades, followed by the sickening sound of flesh being torn and the low groans of the dying, pierced the night air. The stench of blood hung heavy, choking every breath beneath the shroud of darkness. “Do not let them escape!” a man’s command thundered, driving the dark sect warriors into an even greater frenzy. They pursued the fleeing villagers with ruthless ferocity.

I need some fresh air. I fall down on the ground. The pulling is getting worse. It feels like my arms are being pulled from my body. I screamed, but the scream didn't sound like me. I look at my hands and I see that it is changing. There was flapping above me. I look up and see the most magnificent dragon in front of me. It was the biggest dragon I have ever seen. It started to change right in front of me. I see King Ate in front of me. The last I heard was "mate" before the darkness took hold of me.

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.

Ondi’s smile grew three times the size, obviously knowing what was happening. “Your dragon is releasing the shifter dragon power. You believed in yourself, little pearl,” Bohdi’s hand continued to rub my shoulder while the orb traveled out to the middle of the arena. The entire Toboki tribe stood at the far end. Some in their dragon forms while other stood in just loincloths and dresses. The lightening strands struck from all sides of the sphere, all landing on the hearts of every dragon shifter. Dragons feeling the magic let out ferocious roars of approval, the women cheered, kissing their children as they ran around their bodies trying to catch the spider-like webbing. Once every dragon sh

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

I thought I saw a tail slithering in the darkness and I blinked again to try and clear my mind. I watched as the echoes made it hard to distinguish where the sounds were coming from and I could swear I heard something whisper Chase’s name. He had heard it too and he peered into the darkness. “Show yourself beast,” Chase commanded sounding a bit like Lucas. “Are you afraid boy?” the dragon hissed. “I’m not afraid of you beast,” Chase said and I almost laughed. “Your wish is my command,” the beast said. I saw the movement from behind the throne as the dragon lunged and merged with him. Chase’s eyes widened and then he screamed clawing at his skin. He went down to his knees and he kept screamin

He was just a twenty-year-old boy in a soot-stained tactical suit, exhausted to the marrow of his bones. I am just a man, Tristan thought, a profound sense of vertigo washing over him. I toppled the strongest fortress in the Western Reach with nothing but a bluff, a flare, and a pirate’s detonator. And her. He turned his head. Saoirse stood by the viewport, the morning sun catching the silver strands of her hair, turning them into threads of spun light. Her red leathers were scuffed, her breathing slow and measured as she gazed out over the harbor. Even standing still, she radiated an aura of untamed power. She was the Dragon. The last of a mythic lineage.

I didn’t realise how tired I was until now, yes the dinner brought nothing but torment, stress and hurt, but I hadn’t felt something dragging me down like a huge weight, and now it was gone, I felt like I could breathe once again. Grabbing the glass of wine, I sipped more of the sweet drink, trying clear my head from the images that kept pulling towards the front of my mind. The images strangely calmed me, but also worried me. The things I was seeing had one thing in common, and it was the creature... the dragon. My mind was haunted by the strange sightings, but a part of me welcomed it; allowing it soothe me just like the water did. “Maybe, Toothless decided to pay me a little visit because

Eventually it was secured in place. They rejoined Zarek in battle, clearing the way as he fought his way to the throne room. Zarek cleaved his enemies in half with brutal efficiency, leaving no prisoners and no time for them to fight back. He was a King. A Dragon King. They severely underestimated him; this their final mistake. Tauric’s men stood no chance.