The Return Of The Dragon の小説・ストーリー

It will explode with that heart. With all his might, Drake flew higher and higher into the sky. He continued to fly until he was sure that if he exploded with that heart, then no one on earth would be affected. Down there the giant worms began to re-enter the ground. Some began to return to dust and flew with the wind. They have long been extinct from the earth, now they are back to extinction. “It worked,” said one of the elves. "But the Dragon King sacrificed himself," said one of the dragons.

He would have to crash soon. “We should head back to Criker. I don’t want another attacker trying to kill us again. At this point we both need rest.” Freja stood, looking up at him with weariness in her eyes. Nodding silently, he rose to his feet as well and changed back to a human almost as quickly as he turned into a dragon. He scratched his neck nervously as they took in each other. Freja was intrigued about how his clothes magically appeared as they were before he changed. She was the first to break the awkward exchange by leading the way back through the trees and door she had found.

Instead, a somber sway of deprivation fills their souls. Fear grows inside the forest fairies, but they continue. However, they encounter something with a horrible aura on the corner of the world. A mass of dark leaves and feathers wheezes with wickedness. The fear inside them finally pours out, and the sprites return to their safe place in the forest. Spring II ends with the sprites dancing away in fear.

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.

Drakon's fist plows into my jaw. Sierra Dmitri bursts through the door carrying the dragon egg. It's shining brightly and my stomach flip flops with relief. The waiting has been the hardest part. I'm facing Dmitri and feel my mate behind me for the first time since this horror began. All four male dragons have returned. Laryn takes a quick look around and heads up the stairs as I tell everyone that Drakon is below. "Don't wait for me, get to your mates," Laryn says as the others run past Dmitri.

I’d be here for them, give them what they needed for as long as I could do it. “Welcome dragonkin of our lair,” Lucas opened the meeting as we all gathered on the top floor of The Drake. “As some of you have heard by now, my son Ryder has returned from his adventures where he served in The Elite Hunter Unit for fifteen months,” he said and I heard gasps and then wild applause. “His time was spent ridding us of rogue supernatural’s bringing harm to our world. We should all be very proud of his accomplishments and his service to all our people,” Lucas said and I looked down slightly feeling embarrassed.

The clatter was loud, banging through the hall and echoing off the stones, thundering in the small space between us. Everything clicked back into place and I heard a low growl. I didn't think, I just moved. I turned ready to run. I knew, at that moment, that I couldn't be caught. Dracula had been angry enough at me, but there was something else in his voice, a warning. And now, I was face to face with two dragons, two dragons who knew that I had overheard their secrets. Two dragons that were planning something dangerous, something bad. Two dragons that didn't seem to care about the rules.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

That made Dom come to an abrupt halt and then Gideon turned on another well-planned channel where a group of journalists was having a heated discussion and one of the humans was saying, "I have been telling you this since that monster emerged out of nowhere a fortnight ago. And I will keep saying this until everyone believes me. This is the action of a DRAGON! We've seen dragons and what else has the power to light up such ferocious fire than the dragon's breath? Those beasts have been living amongst us forever and now they are making their move. They have started to attack, This Is WAR!"