Dragon Bools 소설 & 이야기

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

Whoosh! A total of seven figures stood in front of Alex and Neela in the blink of an eye. The leader was none other than Donovan Orlando of the Sun Shrine. Once the man saw Neela, he could not look away. It was a Benares Dragon! It was a real Benares Dragon. Moreover, after turning into a human, her beauty was indescribable with an unparalleled look, a voluptuous body and a pair of fair, long legs seducing his soul... The dragon tribe initially possessed an extremely rare physique and beauty in the world. The dragon males were peerlessly handsome, whereas the dragon females were devastatingly beautiful. It had always been like that.

>You can be as strong as him or stronger my bub, it all depends on the people you defeat,< Queseon said as he noted that the temperature was warming up. >Oh alright,< Igris huffed and folded his arms. After a moment his eyes frightened, >What other dragons are there besides the Sun and Sea dragons?< Queseon raised a brow and looked down at his beaming bub then chuckled, >Oh my soul! Bub, okay, there’s the Sun, the sea dragon is also known as the water dragon and has a body longer than yours almost like uncle sea serpent. There’s the wind dragons, sky dragon, earth dragon, fire and moon dragons. Wyvern’s and shadow dragons too.<

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

“That is why all twenty-one Keepers must arrive and leave alive. Because if they don't, if the conclave becomes a slaughter then the council wins.” Maerin’s voice dropped. “And the dragons?” Althea looked toward the open sky where clouds covered the stars. “Then the dragons finish what they started.” Maerin shuddered. Althea didn’t blame her. Even Dawlya who hated draynor still feared the sheer inevitability of them. Dragons did not need subtlety. They didn’t need manipulation or secret geometry. Their power was blunt, absolute, and ancient. If the council forced another strike like the one over Ashbarrie if they tried to puppet Sereth again the dragons would not negotiate. They would erase.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”