The Dance Of The Dragons Novels & Stories

"You really don't know, do you? Every few thousand years, the personification of power appears in the mortal realm. All the imugi and gangcheori as well as all inferior dragons are gonna try to get their hands on it. That is what is causing this storm. The Dragons are gonna fight each other, causing a storm, sometimes a hurricane." Those species are sub-dragon species. Cai Kang thought. "Those children don't stand a chance. It will be a massacre before the yeouiju dies." "Yeouiju? Dies? The yeouiju is alive?" Fukuna asked. "So they are after the white pearl."

They appear and disappear with a rumble of loud thunder. Dragons fly in between them. Dancing in between the colorful flames. Their beauty is undeniable. But so is the fear they bring. They are creatures of destruction.... and no beauty can hide that. The dance is over when they arrive in port. It is quite late. The celebrations will continue tomorrow. They are chained and guided towards a small building close by. Astrid doesn't fight it. What's the point? They are here. In their land. A few older women take the girls in to make them presentable. They even act king when they untie their hands. But there is no kindness in their job.

The suns begin to separate from each other as the moons return to their orbits. Audun snatches Freya, the two flying through the air trading hits. Her ice was too powerful to be melted by even this monstrous fire-breathing dragon. I don't know how long we watch them, my eyes unable to look away. Ice and fire dance across the sky as silver and red fireworks sprinkle across the sky. Beauty always comes with destruction. There isn't an opening for anyone to attack, maybe Grayson? But he's too busy staring at the war waging in the skies. "We should help him," I drawl.

"Fire Dragon!" Huge flames appeared above Felix out of nowhere. After a spin, the flames headed toward Oliver, who was in midair. The flames collided with the Cross Slayer mid-way. They diminished quickly. As both moves collided, Felix didn't dare to pause at all because the attacks of Luca, Charles, and the others had reached the point where he didn't have the chance to catch his breath. "Dancing Dragon!" The Dancing Dragon was deployed again. It cut off the sudden attack. The movement was so smooth that it couldn't be compared to the previous one.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Creed’s lips tickled the shell of my ear. “And I love you too, Prince Charming.” The fledglings by the fire beckoned us to follow their silly dances. Amora, Nicholas, Daine and Tangle continued to wave brightly colored feathers and sheer cloths around. The children of Fae and dragons squealed frantically trying to catch the swirling colors. Glancing at my mate beside me, I stood up, holding out my hand. “Let’s go dance,” my head ticked to the fire blazing before us. Creed’s playful growl erupted from his chest while slinging me over his shoulder. Creed held me close around the magical fire that kept all of our hopes burning brightly, that a new beginning was coming.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

He pulls me against his body and a moment before his mouth slams against mine, I see Ymyl leap into the sky. Every green, nearly every bronze, and two silver dragons leap into the sky behind her. That's all I see before the only thing in the world is me and the man whose mouth is dominating mine.