The Sky Dragon Book Novels & Stories

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

He raised the Dragon Slaying Saber, and it gave off a cold glint of light as the shadow of a dragon appeared in the sky! On the other hand, the Sky Tower gave off black air, asserting a domineering aura!

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

All of them followed behind Tyr at the fastest speed. They flew through the mountains and rivers and finally reached the sky above the Mount of Terror, where Tyr and Magus first entered the enchanted space. At this time, Abraham was feeding ducks in the yard with his grandfather in Greenville. A dragon roar suddenly came from the void. Tyr, who stepped on the golden dragon, had emerged from the horizon. “Grandpa, look! There’s a dragon in the sky!” Abraham exclaimed as he pointed to the sky and stared intently at the Eternal Dragon in the air.

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness. Now, a black splotch of scorched acreage, lying dead. Yet, something about them had her intrigued. She had to admit, she was impressed given their size, how they moved with such grace and elegance, as if they were the true rulers of life and death. How they stayed at just the right height as they maneuvered through the sky, swooping in and out as if they were playing a child’s game of chase with smoke and fire. She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away.

Stone, then sky. It had stood here, with her, and stepped into the air. Above me, the night burned. Squall and Gunnar had the sky divided between them, two vast shadows running search lines against the stars, dragon fire sweeping the dark in long disciplined ribbons, every gully and treeline on the north road lit and read and lit again. Dragons hunt by more than sight. Scent rides the high cold currents for hours, and a dragon king reads the sky the way I read a trail.

In his place is a young man who still has his mother’s blond hair, but now his body is built very much like Cal’s, like the Alpha dragon that he is. Suddenly, Iniko’s nose lifts in the air and his eyes connect with someone in the crowd. “Mate!” he growls. **This story will continue in Iniko: A New Beginning, Book 8 of the Elemental Dragon series.

But then, it grows louder and nearer, and I gasp involuntarily the instant a huge part of the sky above us darkens as a massive shape blots out the sun. A red dragon circles the sky. My heart drops to my stomach, and my fingers tighten around Azraelyrs's, who simply chuckles and lets me hold onto him. Hot wind whips my face as the dragon flies over us in a sweeping arc with massive red wings flapping and sending some of the soldiers scrambling a few steps back. My fingers tighten even more, but Azraelyrs doesn’t flinch or tease me. Instead, he simply raises his other hand up to the sky, and the dragon answers him with a guttural, screeching roar and a mighty dive down to earth.