The Blood Of The Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Blood replied. "Blood, you should know why I forbade you from coming down here. Look at your body now; it's truly become a slaughtering dragon. The blood red on every part of your body is proof that you've killed billions of innocent creatures. Are you aware of everything you've done?" Blood fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter as he looked at the Golden Dragon. "Hahaha, how can the Emperor Dragon understand my position? Do you think this is also my desire? You, the emperor of all dragons, should know why I am like this. Don't make me laugh, Emperor Dragon!" Blood replied, mocking the Golden Dragon's words.

He opened his jaws wide, filled with sharp, large fangs, to tear Aland’s dragon apart. The dragon was torn apart by Daran’s sharp fangs. When I was about to approach, black blood splashed right on the tip of my shoe. It was the dragon’s blood. I thought it was just a magical creature and wouldn’t have any effect, like the shadow wolves that often attacked me. However, this dragon was bleeding black blood as dark as the night. It was like a living creature. Aland’s previously calm face suddenly turned cold and hard. Even so, he didn’t do anything.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.

The dragon was consuming these fearsome Blood Specters like food. Witnessing this, Adrian's face remained cold and indifferent, showing no surprise. He knew that the dragon was not real; it was the manifestation of Exasword's flow of destiny. This Destiny Dragon was devouring the Blood Specters to refine the Blood Bane Energy and strengthen itself. When the Destiny Dragon had refined this Blood Bane Energy, it would be immensely fortified, greatly benefiting the entire city. Originally, the Blood Specters formed from Blood Bane Energy couldn't resist Exasword’s Destiny Dragon. Even though they were powerful, they were helpless before it, being devoured continuously.

They must drink the blood of the same race and consume every drop of it, to be able to possess the power they hope for. They have succeeded all wars and battles using the dark power they possessed. But the evil did not say to them about the prize they are going to pay. A life for the power to unleash within them . . . and the hunger of more blood to drink. And that means more life are going to go to waste. There’s no cure for it nor reversable.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

This was quite convenient since it removed any inclination to stab the new king in the back. By evening, the necromancer was pretty tired, yet this didn’t change his complete military preparedness. Yet there was one more problem: Biellendevir. The bone dragon required magic. He belonged to the old race of Illisharins. The dragons who were the keepers of the Dark and the creators of the worlds. Those who bore the dark gods on their backs. To raise such a creature meant to bind him to yourself with links constantly sucking out energy. Reive used Angelina’s blood; he’d made her the mistress of the undead, but he couldn’t bind the dragon to her. Otherwise, eventually, Biellendevir would suck her

Niquel clicked his tongue at the thought of those old dragons. “She’s not safe,” said the man, his voice raspy. He had a lean built, presumably in his early twenties if he was completely human. The golden streaks in his black hair were more than enough proof that he had Dragon Blood, and a fire dragon at that. Moreover, the streaks were of a deep golden color that rivaled his, a royal. Unless his father engaged in fidelity, which he doubted, no other dragon should bear such symbol. She’s with the wolf. If that isn’t unsafe, I don’t know what is. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

They won’t be holding me back this time. I’m painting the desert floor with Dragon blood and I’m loving every second of it. I’m running on pure hatred right now. The Dragons have been our hell for years and now I’m going to be the one to pull all of us out. By spilling the contents of Xavier’s body all over this Alliance.