Depressed Dragon の小説・ストーリー

The distant clang of metal, a rhythmic symphony that drew me towards it despite every nerve screaming for caution. I crept forward, each step pulling me closer to the source until a thin line of light pierced the gloom, a crack in the stone revealing a hidden world beyond. Peering through, my breath caught—a cavernous chamber stretched out before me, guarded heavily. And caged within it, dragons, their majestic forms laid low by chains and captivity. The sight was heartbreaking, their once-gleaming scales dulled by despair. Each dragon, a powerful entity known to our kind, lay defeated, caged not just in metal but in helplessness.

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

“Layana…” “I’m ok, Drakayaan, obey Declan,” she said to the dragon who whipped his head back and looked at Declan, their eyes met - flaming red against crackling grey as Declan’s powers surfaced. The two stared off for a second before Drakayaan whipped his head around once again. Layana carefully transferred herself onto the slimmer and longer body of Dragina stroking her scales before she whipped into the sky. Declan smirked watching Layana on her silvery dragon. She looked at him smiling

She asks, looking around like this other dragon just happened to be around and the dragon that just hatched would be lost in the field's tall grass. "They are born as adults. The egg contains the magic that they form from, not their material bodies." Loras answers looking mesmerized at the unseen beauty above them. Astrid unconsciously rises her hand and in an instant, the newly born dragon stops in the air and looks at her. She smiles. Instead of pitch black like Dracos, this one is a dark shade of purple. So beautiful... The dragon flies closer to them and lands right in front of Astrid, holding its huge head so it can smell the tinny girl that continues to smile at it. It pushes the tips

“You didn’t lose your dragon powers, did you?” Drake blinked. “No, I still have my dragon. Why?” His gaze narrowed. I studied him carefully. “Because Opal is dead… and yet, your powers are still intact.” Drake stiffened. “Wait… what?” His voice was hoarse. “She’s dead? But I—I didn’t feel anything. My dragon didn’t stir, didn’t react to her death. That only cleared she was not my mate. I wonder why Dragon acted weird around her?”

The Sorceresses were less vocal, but were equally proud and relieved that the task was done. Nayara and Ghaeron, however, flew down to the far end of the valley, where their sire had fallen to the ground. The Knights and Sorceresses were intrigued, but were reluctant to approach the body of the huge Dragon, who was easily twice the size of his offspring. It was apparent that his mate had managed to inflict a serious wound upon him. A pool of blood formed beneath the great gash in his belly. And while a Dragon’s essence was immortal, it was possible for their physical form to perish, though it was difficult to cause it to do so. There was little that could be done for Gheyaral, and the younge

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

A large claw held on to the edges of the crevice and soon, a huge dragon flew out of the pit. *ROAR* With a roar that was filled with the majesty of a creature that was beyond the understanding of men, the large dragon revealed itself. The dragon was several hundreds of meters tall and was as large as a city wall. It had four large wings that gathered wind with every beat and claws that were as chilling as the cold waters of Cocytus. Its scales were as red as the crimson of blood. However its eyes were dull and lifeless. For it was a beast that had died long ago and had been restored by Komfo Anokye’s power. It was dead yet living. It was alive yet dead. It was an Undead Fire Dragon and one

Lake water splashed everywhere in very high tide. Draco, his body limp and soaked, was trying to swim to shore. He lifted himself to the shore of the lake and tried to get up to fly again. However, his strength was completely drained after two attempts to charge at Zergenth's dragon shield. The shield was so strong that Draco failed to penetrate it. Draco growled and roared with tears of despair. The dragon's roar sounded so sad and full of despair. He looked miserable. Anyone who heard the dragon's roar could feel Draco's pain and sorrow.