The Wish Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

I look at the dragon and say,” How are you making me relive the same nightmare again and again? “How else am I supposed to know who is this wolf who wishes to take you?” asked the dragon as I sighed in exasperation.

dragon: even you can't make my last desire. god:- just ask. god ask him with a smile, he trusts him, even tho he knows that he is dead and he is just a soul now. dragon:- I want to stay close to you. can you make this come true? god:- yes god take red eyes from ash, he fused his soul with eye after that the eye of flesh and tissues turn into a beautiful stone. god make his wish come true, god always wears him as a ring, he stays with god until he died.

I heard the dragon roar at me angrily but I used a barrier to keep him in place while I continued the process of sealing up the place. I'm almost done, just one more ingredient and it's done. I stared at the dragon and thought about my life. Both of them are always hectic, I'm always busy trying to survive one day at a time but both are great lives. I mean I could have tried dating, kissing someone, living an easy life but I still got to do the things I want to do without any big regrets, and in this life I also got to fall in love and have friends that supported and believed in me. If I have one more wish I could do that is probably live a relaxed life, where I just eat, play, and rest.

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.

"Anyway, about the wish dragon. He is still alive and continues to dwell deep in the depths of the Mediterranean Sea." "Okay," I said, confused about why she was telling me this. "You must go to him and demand a wish," Silindra said, glancing down at her hands. My stomach lurched. The past had proved I wasn't good at making wishes. "I don't know, Silindra." The power of the crown coursed through me, sensitive like a new skin. Even my insides felt different but despite that power, I felt raw and untamed. Certainly in no shape to find a water dragon and make a wish. "Making wishes is what got us into this mess in the first place," I reminded her.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

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.

With no choice and her hand on her chest, she recited. He recited an ancient verse, a forbidden spell, and used his own core and heart to wish that his one true love - had control over his own fury. That tale didn’t have a happy ending..., but somehow, I couldn’t help loving it. Just as I could not avoid the tears when the dragon held the star in his arms and kissed for the last time, swearing that I would find it again even if I had to rummage through the multiverse, but this time... they would be together forever. That was an oath. The oath of a dragon. ♱ •

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

Rachel scoffs, “Just like you to think small. No, whoever reunites this creature will be able to control it. And once we have it in our grasp, our kind will no longer have to hide from the humans. The humans will bow to us, serve us!” “W-Who’s us?” Rachel just chuckles, “You’ll find out.” She’s close enough that I muster up my strength and slash out my claws. She lets out a startled cry and moves back, cupping her left eye. “You-“ “Come closer,” I sneer. “I’ll take out the other one, too!” She steps towards me, only for her head to whip in the direction of the main tunnel. “Crap.” The sounds of thundering footfalls has her hissing.