The Wish Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

laughed the dragon king who tried his best to keep his serious composure without being noticed by her . " What does your freedom have to do with your lack of sex appeal ?! " said the dragon king . " Well.......emmm.........your majesty , being your wife in name only is a blessing in itself . If you were to never pay attention to me , that would be even more of a blessing . I would get to eat delicious food , live in a giant room and of course , I swear that I will never ever , ever bother your majesty ! I will be very quiet ! You won't even notice my existence . I guarantee it ! " said

She trembled as Eros's warm smile greeted her. “Why, Kanya? Didn't you come because you missed me?” Every step, Eros got closer to her. He sprinkled red rose petals with every step he took that fell from his hand. Kanya noticed the same thing over and over again, and soon the thing she feared would happen. “I said, don't come closer!” she shrieked in a loud voice. Eros purposely shook his head in disapproval. “Make a wish, Kanya.” Kanya's heart seemed to sink into her stomach as Eros's dreaded sentence slid from his lips.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

Eloise blurted out in surprise. "It's obvious to your unique aura and the diamond crystal on your foreheads." the dragon replied honestly. "Not bad, little dragon!" Eloise uttered in awe. We all giggled. The Green Dragon was speechless and stared at Eloise blankly. "Your Excellency, please grant my last wish," it said solemnly. Isabella frowned. "What's your wish? I can grant it to you as long as it's not excessive." The Green Dragon seemed overjoyed. "Thank you." "Well, I just wish for you to take care of my child when I'm gone. My child will hatch soon, and I don't think I can make it." the dragon said helplessly.

Let's see now if he can fulfill my wish) He really kept me waiting. Honestly that explanation was bad but the keyword here is imagination. In other words I just have to picture an anime scene, a Gate and a cool creature. Let's see how this goes. I close my eyes and picture a scene then picture a gate and make a wish and then picture a creature.. wait what creature should I pick? I have too many cool monsters in my head. What should I do? A dragon? A Phoenix? A golem? Ah I can't think. All those creatures are cool. Ah this is a failure guess. I will think things through before I do this again. So I open my eyes and give up.

One of the spirits whispered. “What do we owe the pleasure of such a powerful presence? What is it you wish for?” Another asked. “I wish to appear as a dragon until I reclaim what is mine. I need to borrow more power to hold this illusion. I offer you a taste of my blood and a sip of my own power in return.” I said. They let out excited laughter as they wrapped themselves around me—the cold feeling of death and despair wrapping itself around me in their place.

The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen. The wolves Howl around us as each of the witches binds our hand together with coloured ribbons; Ophelia’s is green, then a red one is bound around us, then a blue one, which I now know is the colour of Dylan’s dragon and lastly a gold coloured ribbon is wrapped around our joined hands, I raise an eyebrow unsure of why one is gold, Ophelia smiles as she says “Our Dragon heir” Our baby Dragon will be gold…. The head witch raises her hand to the sky before she says,

The grey-haired lady once again silently appeared at her original spot beside Verra, "it is too late for that now. If you wish to leave, apologize to these youngsters and beg for forgiveness." "Hmm," Wanton huffed in displeasure. "I would die first," he said while spitting on the floor to show his conviction. "That's what I wanted to hear," Xara said with a brilliant smile on her small face. She raised her hand over her head and a millisecond later the sky was filled with smoldering molten metal. The entire sea converged to form a massive dragon with no wings a long spiky tail. The dragon roared and molten metal flashed as it moved its body through the air and towards Wanton.

The old dragon king of the world, had no heirs, and everyone was betting that Boris would be his successor. Boris had no ambitions, but he would accept the position if, within 100 or 200 years, he was called to it, but considering that the life expectancy of a dragon exceeds many centuries of life, he expected the old king to live for many more. In the present, Boris has only one wish, to see his only daughter, Hanna, happy, after having lost her for a long time. She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues.

“…they have far more power. Despite their limited number.” Danny met my gaze and tiled his head at me. “Do you know the story of Robin Hood?” I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. “Er…yeah?” “Well, the wolves act like Robin Hood. The dragons are like the sheriff of Nottingham. The wolves take from the rich, the dragons, and give to the poor. That’s why my work isn’t always legal.” I inhaled. “Okay. I think I understand. Are you saying the dragons are the bad guys?”