Novel & Cerita Vanishing Dragon

“Most of it is beautiful, fruitful, and full of growth. Rogues have torn the Vamparia Kingdom apart, chased away the goods, and now it is left desolate, barely able to keep crops to survive.” Biting the inside of my cheek, Creed led me away from the conversation. Warrior dragons were already shifting, and the faes were pulling out their wings for the flight home. “Will you ride with me, my fawn?” Creed eyed me as I kept the blanket held around me. Shaking my head, I pulled it off, handing it to another fae warrior to put it away.

Professor Lorian was pacing at the front of the room, chalk in hand, excitement practically glowing off him. “Today,” he began, “we discuss the legacy of the lost dragons—those whose riders perished, leaving their bond unfulfilled.” My focus sharpened instantly. Lost dragons. Vermithor. I leaned forward as the professor continued, his voice smooth and deep. “Some of these dragons have never been seen again. They retreat to the mountains or the sea, mourning their riders for decades, sometimes centuries. Their return is rare… almost unheard of.” He drew a symbol on the board.

They asked in unison. Valerian look at them as a loner tears escape on his eyes as he look at them, "Z-Zelia's not breathing... she became p-paler and paler... w-what's happening to her?" The Dragon gasped as they look at Zelia's who didn't move an inch and what's more shocking is her spiritual energy disappeared. "What the hell... her spiritual energy, disappeared."One of the oldest dragon said making them look at his way. "What do you mean by that, Old Dragon?!"Liam asked as he was also sobbing while looking at his older sister who were lying on Valerian's lap... not breathing.

"Edie, do you think I was faking my strength?" Adrian smiled coldly as he took a step forward. Swoosh! A terrifying aura instantly enveloped the entire valley. Countless mysterious waves of aura appeared, gradually condensing behind Adrian and forming a towering virtual image like a dragon. It was the manifestation of the Dragon Vein's condensation—a golden dragon. With an invincible aura, the dragon shattered all the blood clouds in the valley. The bloody haze instantly dissipated, leaving only a majestic aura between heaven and earth.

Only Rave’s volkaane resistance to fire kept him from being burned by the heat emanating from the dragon’s body. When the creature was barely twenty feet above the ground, Rave suddenly leaped from its back. An instant later, the monster exploded in a fiery blast. Unable to release its fire through its pinned jaws, the dragonfire had built up inside the beast’s belly until its body could no longer contain it. Chunks of burning dragon flesh rained down from the sky. The volkaanes raced around, swatting away any falling hunks that threatened their comrades. If the Necromancer was bothered by the failure of his creature to destroy Dominic, he didn’t show it. He calmly summoned two more wraiths

“Very few actually do.” The bond burned warmly. Then the dragon looked toward the fracture. Its smile vanished. The Sleepless One had begun retreating. Slowly. Carefully. As though hoping not to be noticed. The enormous dragon blinked. Then: “Where are you going?” Silence. ”…NOWHERE.” The dragon’s eyes narrowed. “No.” The single word made reality shudder. The retreating hand froze. The eye widened. The colossal dragon slowly rose to its full height. The heavens disappeared behind its wings.

He could endanger me and my kids. Going out of the room I had been tortured I couldn't believe my eyes, the whole place was burnt down excluding the spot I was in. " You don't have to be worried, everyone involved in this is dead including Diana," The strange man said. This meant to be that he had burnt all of them. Seeing a big dragon, I shivered in fright. " Dragons are real?" I asked with excitement. "Yes they are," he said with a smile, in a swift movement he got on his Dragon. " I'm sorry I can't get on that," I said, moving backward in fear.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

, she walked up to him and flipped the pad in his hand, “The first elder dragon we met in Nevera said this, 'Deep within the lands filled with once celebrations but now lost'” “Yes I remember”, Dragomir nodded, “Yes I remember and it did not make sense…” “I know”, Raisel nodded, “Just listen…”, she pulled him with her and they sat on the bed, “Then the next ambiguous phrase we received was from when we got to Islandia, Elder Yophiel told us…” “Enveloped no more in glory but lost to a cause'”, he interjected. She smiled at him, “Do you remember the time at the Grand Ball of Count Vanor”

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.