The Blood Of The Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

You will travel back to my palace naked with my seed running down your legs. Tegan could see he was aroused by the idea of dominating her so easily, she knew he would enjoy humiliating her in front of his men. With a low growl, she leapt forward. Twisting her body to avoid his fangs, she raked a deep gouge along his flank, drawing bright red blood that splashed onto her snow white fur. In an instant, StarWolf was beside her, snarling and snapping, using his teeth and claws to gouge deep wounds into the dragon. They worked as a team, one of them drawing Dante’s fire and the other racing in underneath him to bite and claw. It wasn’t long before he was bleeding profusely from many deep wounds;

Buppig says. “I’m not a dragon,” I say. “No, you’re not,” Aolis says, his gaze narrowing on Madelyn. Her heart rate is increasing. I think this is becoming a bit much for her. “But, you are descended from the Drache line. You have dragon’s blood in your veins. That is the magic that I felt in you.” “The Drache name, was that your mother’s or father’s name?” Lily asks her. “My father’s name.” Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

This was the fact, that the king of the dragons had no idea how the demon lord could be stopped, he had already been reborn. – As I stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast kingdom below, a sense of duty washed over me. I was heir to the Dragon clan, entrusted with the sacred duty of protecting our land and its inhabitants. The Dragon clan had been revered for centuries, our powers unmatched and our loyalty unwavering. We were the guardians of peace and harmony, the defenders of justice in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. We weren't guarding just our clan, the whole world was on our shoulders.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

BOOOOOMMM… “You worthless creature! Die for me!” The little dragon screamed, biting off one of the giant’s hands. Not stopping there, the little dragon used its sharp tail to sever the other two hands of the blood giant, leaving only one hand remaining. “Agh! Why are you so strong? Why can’t I defeat you?” screamed the blood giant, having lost three of its arms to the little dragon’s attack. As the giant despaired, the blood crystal right in the center of its chest began to move on its own. The little dragon and Da Hongli sensed an overwhelming aura emanating from the blood monster.

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods