The Rise Of The Dragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A human dragon hybrid that didn’t know if they were meddling in things that their dragon side opened the door to that their human side wasn’t meant to know. The thought crystallised with startling clarity, making her pulse quicken. "What if DragonCoin wasn't created by someone trying to expose dragons? What if it was made by someone like me who didn't know what they were?" Marcus's expression shifted from scepticism to alarm. "A dormant bloodline, awakening through technology instead of traditional means?" "It would explain the hybrid magical-digital approach," Xaihuang mused, his bronze eyes gleaming. "And the timing. If another Convergence bloodline began stirring six months ago..."

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth. “GET OFF!” My dragon spoke, pushing the Duke off with unbearable force. The witch stood in the corner, now shaking as the light faded from the center of my chest. The light was now a beacon to who I would destroy. My dragon wanted blood, and I was going to cook this bitch to a crisp.

“Rise.” No one moved. Rayden raised his right hand, and golden-red embers ignited the air. “I’m not a dragon,” he said, his voice flat yet thunderous, cutting through the ranks of holy creatures. “I’m the one who extinguishes them.” Fire spread quickly, engulfing the creatures. But this was not fire that burned, it was purifying flame, cleansing the dragon blood from their bodies. Screams echoed, but slowly changed into sacred chants. The red sky began to fade, turning to orange. The dragon troops collapsed one by one, turning into glowing ash that drifted upward into the sky like falling stars.

“Come closer Phoenix.” Phoenix stumbled forward. “What are you doing?” “What I have waited to do for years.” She held Phoenix’s hand and made a cut in her palm. “I am making more loyal subjects for you. The Drakus has waited years for your birth, only you can revive the Drakus clan.” She squeezed some blood from Phoenix’s hand into her palm and did the same for the pale dragon. As soon as the two drops of blood mixed a bright light shone from Patry’s hand. There was a deep groan that sounded like the earth was rumbling. The foundation of the temple shook loudly. Suddenly the Goyre’s throne tilted. As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes.

Each drop hissed as it touched the bones. The valley came alive. A low rumble echoed from the ground, growing louder, deeper, until the air vibrated with ancient power. The bones began to move wings reattaching to spines, claws fusing with limbs, skulls lifting toward the storming sky. Flames burst from their jaws as life returned to them. One by one, the dragons rose again. This was my aim all along. I wasn't able to do this ritual before but I have to pay a huge price to be able to resurrect these dead dragons.

"The Dragon Monarch you're talking about must be our Dragon Clan's strongest dragon, the War God Winged Rain-dragon, right?" "Rain-dragon?" Samuel frowned slightly. "Heh heh, once the dragon tail is drawn, it will form a river. It will allow everyone in the world to survive. With a single kick from the dragon's foot, it will be able to open the dragon gate, allowing countless beasts to have a way to ascend to the dragon clan. His body is huge, and when it spreads, it can fill the sky, and when it curls up, it can be inserted into a pinhole. With the wind and clouds around him, he will also have dragon wings with him. He is simply handsome. Even if he turns into a human, he will still be like

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

Jakob lands beside me in a storm of wings and blood. “You holding the line?” he shouts. “For now.” His grin is feral. “Good.” He shifts back into dragon form and launches skyward again before I can answer. The battle rages on. Steel. Fire. Blood. Death. But step by step— Street by street— We push forward. Not in fear. Not in hatred. But in the hope that when the smoke clears— A better world will rise from these ruins.

The crowd was getting restless upon finding out, but their silence soon returned when Guinevere spoke through the microphone that was a crystal ball on a blue stick. "Ahem, greetings to my people and to everyone else in the world who is watching this. I know that this is a very sudden event that would normally take weeks to prepare for. However, we have made a desperate decision that this must take place as soon as possible. As we have announced, on this day, there is a new Dragon Emperor born. He is a descendant of the first Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Draco Blair, and also the grandson of the fourth Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Raisya Blair." Guinevere said.