Dragon Evil の小説・ストーリー

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Devlyn felt sick that their efforts and the efforts of his fellow Knights had failed to keep the Hall safe. The damage to the Hall itself had to be the result of Dark Magic. Until now, he had thought only a Dragon could inflict such damage to the fortress, but he knew that the Guardians would never attack the Hall. Besides, they had been at Chulakh, aiding in the defense of that city. There were no other Dragons, so far as anyone knew. That had been an accepted fact for centuries. No, this was the work of the Alva’himar, wielding Dark Magic to frightening effect. His assumption was further evidenced by the blackened appearance of many of the Knights, victims of the Mages’ powerful castings.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

does not understand anything about his students, perhaps that's why his two students became youkai. Dragón de Hierro, the God of Metal, looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, who was frowning, he wondered endlessly, he was in the middle of the desert shaking his head incessantly, and then sadly asked: "Don't you have a way to solve this problem?"

“The only way to stop the dragon is to kill its human form. Dragons don't die, Vic, they transform into another entity, but if one of the images is destroyed, the dragon can be captured. Yes... I think that's exactly what happened. He killed him. Now it's a dead dragon. And this confirms that it is the dead that the delonchi raise. - For what? - They know that the dragon is waking up, the one who captured him is gone, he will soon be free. The undead dragon will primarily react to the undead. The dead are bait, the more of them, the greater the chance that they will attract and slow down the dragon. They are also raised magically, and while the dragon will devour their energy, the delonchi w

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”