The Hobbit Dragon Crossword Novels & Stories

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi

said Leon. When Boston opened its eyes, it was no longer in front of Lake Lerna, where Hydra lived, but on the beach. Boston Hopkins is on a wide beach. And again, the seawater churned and a sea dragon appeared, spitting fire. Boston tried to run into the forest, but from the forest appeared a large mountain dragon. “Damn it! Shit !! Leon get me out of here! I will kill you!" cried Boston Hopkins. Leon laughed from out there, as did Claire and Fox.

said the Baron. "This is none of your business!" exclaimed June. "Of course it's none of my business, but I can help you," he replied. "What do you mean?" asked June. The barons laughed. “I know your problem, Miss Hanson. You are an ordinary human and he is the Dragon King. You will age, while he will stay that way. Isn't that right, Miss Hanson? I'm the right person to help you," he replied with a chuckle. "I do not understand."

The Dragons’ keen eyesight had spotted Sir Braedon among them, and as they continued their assault they were careful to avoid engulfing him in the deadly fire. The Dragons’ arrival sent a wave of fear through the attackers, and they scattered, abandoning their attack on the Knight and running toward the forest. Ghaeron flew in pursuit, and not a one of them reached the tree line, perishing in his streaming flame. Nayara continued to clear the area before the Hall. A single, remarkably brave Goblin had remained to try to finish off Sir Braedon, but the Grenyaar eviscerated the foolish beast with his swift sword.

“The person who currently has the yeouiju, he is slowly turning into a dragon.” “A dragon? Is that even possible?” Fukuna said. “Not just any dragon but the white dragon.” “The white dragon? But that is the symbol of the West.” Cai Kang said. Kurai is frustrated on everyone's expressions. "Listen, I don't know the damn stories so can someone explain to me on what the white dragon is?"

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

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Darrion explained. “There’s a poisonous dragon called The Gift? Are dragons considered a gift from God even though they’re poisonous?” Jai asked, looking confused. Darrion stared at his friend. It’s just then he realized his friend had misheard what he had just said. “Wha—no, Jai. DeGift. It’s spelled D-E-G-I-F-T. In the old language, it meant ‘The Poison’.” It was just then Jai realized he had misheard. “Oh I see… The dragon is called poison… But… So, Gift is poison here?”

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.