Whispering Death Dragon Novels & Stories

Not all shifters actually have big swinging dicks, even if their personalities want you to believe it. My heavy breathing fills the air and I’m certain my arousal, especially when a breathtaking bengal tiger, mostly white with black stripes sticks his nose in the air. I grin and fall to my knees before the beast who has to be at least four hundred pounds of muscle. The magic of my Goddess never ceases to amaze me. “Hello Benji,” I whisper, and reach my hand out.

Every step he took caused something beneath his feet to crack and make a sound, not an echo, but a whisper, ancient prayers in the long-lost language of the War God. “Fire is awareness. Awareness is suffering. Suffering is life.” Rayden stopped. Before his eyes, a colossal black citadel appeared, towering without end. Its pillars pulsed like giant veins, and around it floated transparent dragons, spirits of dead Saint Dragons, but never at rest. They drifted without sound, their bodies like gleaming glass. As Rayden passed, the dragons lowered their heads, not in respect, but in fear. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Rayden whispered. “He’s still here.”

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

“Tell me witch, what happens if Tanya ever gets to call anyone from Cryzon?” She twitched her lips and looked around before bending to whisper in my ears. “She's going to make an exchange, her blood for a dragon to destroy this whole city.” I frowned at her statement. “There's no dragon aside from Draven, how is that possible?” Her eyes widened in delight at my naiveness and she shook her head. “There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.”

"Roar--" The dragon whistle shook the sky, two hundred feet long black scale mad dragon swooped down from the clouds, seemed to want to destroy the sky and the earth in general, more shocking than the previous Dragon Chopper skill, howling winds, rocks flying, if not for the Empty Brightness Valley's defense formation at the moment, those who watched the battle outside the disciples, I am afraid that many have been shocked and injured.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

Almost like it was made of pure energy. “Whiskey” the voice called again. It came from both Zelena and the dragon, almost like they spoke at the same time, in the same voice. I stumbled back a few more steps, but Zelena and the dragon just kept coming. “You’re reign of death is over” the dragon called. This is unexpected. But I’ve never quit before, and I sure as shit won’t be starting today. I steadied my feet and squared my shoulders. I summoned another icicle sword, now holding one in each hand.

She’s just waiting. I didn’t answer her question but looking away from her gave her the hint that I am truly wondering. I heard her chuckle. The sound of her voice echoed through my head. I couldn’t believe it. Her chuckles produced vibrations that crawled into my skin. “Might be surprising to see someone as ready as me when it comes to death…” she trailed off. I craned my neck to see her. She wasn’t breaking her eyes off the sky. “I have no regrets,” she breathed.

He felt a light breeze on his neck as he looked up and saw Glutton in front of him. Everything went so fast that he couldn't even follow what was happening. Glutton smelled Raia as if there was fresh and delicious meat in front of him. He wanted to bite into his neck, but he restrained himself. "W-what are you?" Raia couldn't help but ask. "What am I?" Glutton became serious but still observed Raia's movements. "As you can see..." he said, moving slightly away from Raia. "I am a ghoul...!!" he shouted loudly. There was no one around to hear them, so Glutton didn't care about the consequences of his actions. Glutton was known as the careless ghoul.