Zeno Dragon Ball Novels & Stories

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

At first the dragon was creeping and then it began charging. “OK, Aki. Whatever you’re planning,” Temujin muttered nervously to himself, “you better do it now.” Nimble as a gazelle, Aki was running right behind the dragon and its twisting body. Then she was leaping from curl to curl, climbing efficiently up its length. Every time she landed on the slippery cerulean scales, her body flickered; distorted and spectral. Unbeknownst to her, she was partially activating the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu, the Rapid Image Technique.

They were on good terms and getting back together is not impossible. "Well, you know," Jennifer began, her smirk growing wider. "Zain was the one who brought up the subject of the dragon. He’s interested in the truth." Sophia growled at her sudden interest in seeing if there lied truth to this mythical creature. If Zain wanted to know if the dragon existed in the Voiceless Mountain, discovering that information may impress him. “You have to stop being a pathetic loser here, Sophia,” his words echoed in her mind. “You’ll just get yourself killed and become a burden for us.”

The dragon’s azul colored eye opened fully and the pupil focused on Aries. ‘Aries, why do you break my slumber?’ It was clear that Zekiel was trying to clear his head and blinked. The mental voice was incredibly deep, a slight roughness to it. However as he woke, you could feel the power and energy rise around him. He started to lift his head which right now was the size of Aries. Zekiel could control how big his dragon was for the most part. Dragons never stopped growing, though that did not matter right now.

Hanzo said with yet another smirk, as If he was giving warning. Draco didn’t paid any attention to Hanzo warning, simultaneously he saw two men’s and a zamician women marching toward Jasmine from behind with a pointed wooden weapon in their hand, seeing which a jagged ear piercing growled escaped through Draco chest, his trouser shredded into pieces a and he quickly shifted into his Dragon form….

Everyone stared at Zeno in horror. Then, Zeno threw yet another pattern which immediately sent out a ball of fire. The wind that blew slowly made the fireball bigger as it fell due to gravity and blew again the protection that the gods had made. The fireball managed to penetrate the barrier and made all the gods bathed in fire. However, one of the gods immediately released water from the ground to extinguish the fire. Zeno sighed in annoyance, he wasn't satisfied if the gods didn't die. Moreover, his troops were under Morgan's control, and only a few of the strongest was in between conscious and unconscious. Meanwhile, Zeno was in full consciousness.

The dragon stopped briefly but then went on to open its large jaws revealing long sharp teeth. Dragomir for the life of him could not recognize this dragon and he blamed his short memory, he tried another angle immediately. ‘I’m Dragomir, Prince Dragomir’ The dragon stopped again, Dragomir could see the balls of fire swivelling in his mouth. There was a loud cry which was Raisel’s voice. That was the only sound in the room, everyone else was in still silence. The small crowd that had gathered watched the spectacle with disbelieving eyes.

Making her nipples harden against the torn fabric of her dress. Kuzey didn't withdraw his hand. Fingers slid slowly up her arm to her shoulder. Down again. Each movement sent new sparks. Small. Insistent. All converging to the wet center between her legs. "This... burns," she murmured, voice hoarse. "It burns well," Kuzey replied, golden eyes fixed on hers. "It's fire recognizing fire." Átila blew softly to the side. A simple breath. Blue flames erupted from the ground. Draconic bonfire. Hot. Clean. Smokeless. Bluish light danced over the three bodies.

I stuttered. “Dragon, baby.” he pointed a thumb at himself. “You’re not going to catch me on fire.” Kieran was stifling his own laughter. I hastily pulled my glove on. Perhaps fire couldn’t hurt Zephyr, but I couldn’t help but think he looked a little sunburnt. “I win,” Kieran said to him. “How does that work?” Zephyr protested. “She’s on my team,” he replied. “I figure a fireball is worth another few rounds.”

I relax just enough to breathe again as a figure steps from the trees ahead. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His wings fold slowly behind him as he studies my injuries with open curiosity. “Rathien,” I say hoarsely. One of the dragons who crossed through the seam with me during the battle. One of the few who remained loyal after witnessing the Madrigal’s power. He tilts his head slightly as he approaches. “You always did have a talent for understatement.” His gaze travels across the shredded scales along my ribs and the dried blood across my chest.