Dragon Chain の小説・ストーリー

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

“I’m as plain as war paint. Maybe you should listen to me more closely and open that stubborn mind. Go on, then. Ask me something else…something about little Kaizat-Amun, perhaps…?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” “Oho, and something you don’t dare ask him yourself! Endearing. Come on then, what is it.” She bristled. She hated speaking to condescending elderly types, damn it. “How is it that we’re connected? He calls me his mate. Humans don’t have mates, and I’m not a dragon, so explain that to me. Or are you going to tell me it’s because I’m a Druid again?”

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,

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

I heard the stairs creaking and I tried not to groan. I don’t know how long Dru and I had been down here; I just knew that I had completely lost touch with my dragon. Tianlong had used the last of his power to heal me. Now he was resting deep within me; although in my weaken state there was no chance of him healing anytime soon. My entire body ached from the beatings the wolves had given to me, and being chained with 24 Karat gold chains wrapped around my neck, arms, and legs. I had no chance of escaping.

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.

Shawn greeted Drake with a grin. Drake laughed at his words. "Yaa, I have this one last thing to take care of before concentrating on my wedding" Drake confessed. Shawn looked at him expectantly. "What is it?" he asked. "There is this red dragon named Cameron Diaz in the human world. I want you to inform all the green Dragons to search for him as soon as possible. This is impossible. He is a criminal. He offended the mate of a black dragon. I am sure you would know that there are black dragons as well" Drake said, pointing out the obvious.

, he chuckled at that, “We need to scatter around and gather more of these if we are lucky we might meet with an elder dragon” *** They sat across each other, pamphlets scattered about before them. “There’s no way in hell these people have a dragon”, Dragomir said. “How can you tell?” "This is a very sleazy depiction of a dragon, this green-looking beast is nothing close to what an actual dragon looks like”, he wrapped the paper and tossed it to the wall behind Raisel, a little bit above her head. “Well, there's no harm in actually trying, we just need to check the dates…"

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

"My grandmother... was she...?" "Dragon," Xaihuang confirmed with something approaching sympathy. "Shadow affinity, from the look of your manifestations. Probably went dormant during one of the great migrations and never fully awakened again." On the massive display, the real-time data streams showed another surge in DragonCoin activity. Each transaction now creates visible ripples across the magical resonance field, like stones thrown across a pond. Ah, why do we so freak out, Dr. Ashworth? Sage asked my dragon something that wasn’t adding up, and it wasn’t to do with the code; she could feel it.