X Epoch Of Dragon Raw Novels & Stories

"The key to the extreme semi-Empyrean lies in the word 'extreme'. It means reaching the peak in every aspect of being a semi-Empyrean. "The purity of one's inner strength, the physical body, and the weapon's intent must be at its peak. Only by achieving these three can one be considered an extreme semi-Empyrean. "And the dragon energy you have acquired can refine your inner strength, making it increasingly pure. That's why I'm here to inform you." Daxton shared all the information he had with Alexander, which was substantial enough. He mainly wanted to ensure Alexander did not waste the valuable dragon energy, a rare treasure not easily obtainable.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

He buries himself deep and within a very short time we explode. Our elicit routine varies little. Tahr leads me out on the perch and we shift. Sex in dragon form is a craving I won't deny myself. It's different and somehow more fulfilling. It always leaves me exhausted and afterward I'm able to sleep without haunting, lonely dreams of my dragon. Tahr flies by my side afterward and watches with forlorn eyes as I enter my room. And my heart breaks again. ***

Xenia had the brightest of expression as she jollily jumped around nodding her head. “We met one day when I went for picking some berries, I saw this huge creature lurking behind the trees and when I went closer it was a dragon! Honestly I’ve never seen a dragon before so at first I was frightened like anyone would be but then what softened my heart was when I saw the dragon digging plants out searching for something, later knowing that he was searching for some flower seeds for…his master I think…wait come to think of it…” She stopped her many gestures of hand with which she was explaining and suddenly turned towards me with a curious look.

Xavier is certain that it must be mid-morning already and he knows he should let Everleigh be, as mating with a dragon can be an intensely draining experience for their human counterparts. He is mindful to give her the time she needs to recuperate in peace. Xavier is momentarily distracted by the sound of a soft, feminine moan and he realizes that she is no longer asleep. He watches as she slowly opens her eyes, blinking as they adjust in the flickering candle light. She tucks herself back under the covers and he feels a sense of relief from her, like she hadn’t expected him to still be there when she woke.

Erik then offered the flasks to Director Bones and the Aurors. "Drink it." Director Bones looked at the flasks and back to Erik. Her question was evident in her face. "Juice of Dragon Fruit cultivated by True Dragons. Better than coffee and pepper-up for normal humans. You guys seem to need it. It will give you all about twelve hours of energy." Erik explained to them. "I heard about it…" Said the gruffy looking Auror, Alastor Moody. "That stuff is very rare." He took one flask and started casting diagnoses on it. Erik shrugged the comment.

Shrine three years ago. "Hey! Did you guys hear that Evelyn, ah, she's actually back!" "Huh? Wasn't she taken captive by a red dragon halfway home? How ...... I've never heard of any person coming back alive after being taken captive by a dragon." "Of course Xavier got her back!" "Then Xavier wouldn't he have defeated a dragon?!" "Indeed! I heard it from Evelyn herself, and she said that Xavier challenged that red dragon to save her, and ended up defeating and slaying it - no wonder Xavier was so badly injured when he came back, and stayed unconscious for five days before coming to his senses."

Dragon starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing faded Calavera tattoos, “Chain’s fine. Got a tension tool in my box. I’ll fix it antes de que (before) sundown.” Poking at the rusted exhaust, “Pfft. Tool ain’t magic, kid. And this exhaust? Sounds like a dying chupacabra.” Dru stifles a laugh. I shoot her a glare, but I'm trying to hide my own smirk with my beard. Dragon shakes his head, then glances up towards Dru on the porch, “¿En serio (Seriously) You think I’d let her hurt? I seen what happens when you don’t guard your crew.” Dragon rolls up his sleeve further, revealing a tattooed date—“2003–2019”—inked beneath the Calavera’s hollow eyes. The numbers curl like smoke from a prayer candle,

“Fenian, dragon riders are an elite group. Only those who are worthy can claim a dragon. Make sure you know that you are worthy of her before you try to claim her. And if she does shift into her dragon form, be prepared for the fight of your life.” After answering Fenian’s questions, I go to the hospital to check on Kenzo. He’s awake, but weak after his shift. Everett is giving him IV fluids, but he’s already looking much better. I head to my office and begin writing up a curriculum for dragon claiming and then one for riders. Cedric, Merethyl, Ishir, and Everett will have to put the full curriculum together. I just add points that I think they should include. It’s late afternoon when Everet

One side was designated for rest and for spectators during matches. Surrounding the stage were six pillars, each representing a different dragon power like Light (yellow pillar), Shadow (purple pillar), Sun (orange pillar), Earth (green pillar), Water (blue pillar), and Fire (red pillar). Above the stage, a carved dragon with blue eyes, so lifelike it seemed to watch over them, adorned the ceiling. As Lea looked around, she spotted Rayan, Jude, Vickey, Lily, Alisha, and Ria training near the stage. Liam followed her gaze and also saw their friends.