Zero Dragons Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zayla is too wired to sleep, so she stares at the ceiling and tries to remember the last time she wasn’t afraid of what would happen in the dark. She must drift off at some point, because she’s back in the palace, but it’s wrong. The walls are alive, pulsing with a heartbeat she can hear in her teeth. At the center of the grand hall: dragons, dozens of them, scales like hammered silver, like sapphires, like dusk after a thunderstorm. They’re coiled in a circle, their eyes fixed on the space between them. They begin to move, slow at first, then faster, a spiral that draws the air inward, whips it into a cyclone of magic and light. As they turn, Zayla sees the ground beneath them glow with run

She wondered to which God the temple was dedicated. Roars coming from above startled Ayla. She looked up and sucked in a breath when she saw seven big dragons. Each dragon had a different color—the first was light blue, then black, gold, green, white, brown, and the last was dark blue. They flew above the temple, circling it a few times, before landing in front of it close to the warriors. The men didn’t seem shocked to see the dragons. Nor scared. As the warriors got closer to the temple entrance, the dragons moved to clear a path for them. When the men walked between them, the dragons bowed their heads as the men entered the temple.

Her head span as she fought to keep her eyes open, blinking back black spot, all the while wondering what could have brought on the feeling. Two Dragons appeared out of nowhere, fighting each other in midair. Teeth and claws slashing and biting, while shooting green lightning and red fireballs. Catori laid on the freezing ground, shivering, staring at the sky. She watched while the two beasts clashed. Seeming to move impossibly fast, unaware of her down below, watching them. They disappeared just as quickly as they appeared, forgetting that they weren’t to be seen out in the open with the potential of exposing themselves to the humans.

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

He looked like a King. "I told you," he rasped, his voice sounding like the deep, warm hum of the earth. "I'm off the clock." As the family reunites on the docks, the "Lagos-grit" final twist drops from the clear, morning sky. A single, golden feather drifts down from the clouds, landing on Zora-Aethel’s shoulder. It’s not from a bird. And it’s not from Zora’s old wings. A shadow passes over the sun—a massive, winged silhouette that is larger than any Spire. It’s not a ship. It’s a Dragon made of solid, living "Zero-Point" mercury.

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.

Corey asked hopefully. “Absolutely! Their child would posses a powerful blend between dragon and phoenix. In fact, the rogue dragons may still want to find you if they know you two are together. They would not want you to produce a child, because they know that child would have great strength. You and your child would be in danger if you become pregnant,” Adelaide cautioned.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

To feel the pain of past victims and lose your mind and sanity on a moonless night where the night loses its Yang completely until you find your yeouiju. All the past incarnations of the Red Dragon who didn't get their yeouijus all died before turning twenty. Because of their New Moon rampages, the descendants of the Red Dragons are scarce compared to the other three. They all had white hair. Even the ones that did get their yeouiju, didn't all get happy endings. Some choose to live life as a human and forget about their purpose, others decide to live with ambition and turn out to be tyrants, psychopaths and some even commit suicide or killed. There are a total of two Red Dragons to ever exi

Xanthakos’ expression changed from mockery to one of horror as he saw the pair of black and white dragons flying toward him. For a split second, he sensed the danger of being trapped just like what he had experienced last time. Xanthakos swiftly backed away and flipped his hands over. He performed multiple signature skills instantly. However, neither the blasts of Nothingness Dead Energy nor his other signature skills were effective in stopping the dragons. The black and white dragons simply roared and pushed forward, destroying everything in their path. With a loud shriek, Xanthakos turned around and ran off before the dragons could reach him.