Romans & histoires Dragon Guardians

“In the legend, it tells of a dragon who guarded the ancient world and always waited for love; that's why he helped couples so they could be happy.” My mouth dropped open in surprise. I couldn't believe that. I knew who Biel was due to the fact that he was the captain of the guardians and appeared in the news. I had known the Aris story because he was some sort of mystical bar legend, but the Drago thing was something incredibly new to me. “Holy shit,” I said in disbelief.

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.

Or had they, like her, walked quietly toward the fire, holding onto pride as their last armor? The dragonkin said nothing. Offered no comfort. But one, the shorter one with the cruel smile, glanced at her just once before the Sanctum doors came into view. Not pity. Not warning. Something older, stranger. Recognition. By the time they stood her before the Sanctum doors, her heart was hammering. The corridor outside was lined in red-veined stone and unlit braziers. The doors themselves loomed—twice her height, black as volcanic glass, engraved with an emblem she didn’t recognize: a coiled dragon wrapped around a bleeding sun.

The dragon creature watched the movement carefully. “Ah,” it said softly. “So the heir chooses to fight.” My heart raced. “Yes.” The creature’s eyes glowed brighter. “Then show me your strength.” It opened its mouth. Dark fire gathered inside its throat. Theodore’s golden power surged beside me. “Now!” he shouted. The ancient wolves charged. The mountain guardian leapt forward. And the dragon unleashed its attack. A massive wave of black fire exploded toward us. I raised my hands, silver energy bursting outward to shield us.

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

It did little to diminish the strength of the fire dragons though and the war endured for centuries more. "The end finally came with the discovery of cold iron, and the death of Kandra Black―the first queen of dragons and mate to the goddess Zahra." "Woah that sounds intense. So the dragons have mates like werewolves?" Diana asks. "Sort of. They get to pick their own mate and then they bind their souls together to make it official. It's pretty cool actually," I sigh. "So was that the first chapter?" "No that's just a little background at the beginning about the history of this world. It goes on for a little more talking about how later another war started but it's not as entertaining because

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

Mina grabbed Aruther by the wrist, squeezing in desperation “Arthur do something... she can’t stay here,” Murdok cocked his head to the side as Mina’s voice echoed down the hall and Arthur turned to his wife, jerking his wrist from her grasp. “What is that supposed to mean, Rori would be just as safe here with Murdok as she would be with us.” Arthur turned to inspect his bride, “where is this coming from Mina...you sound like the Grand Master and half the Vail High Court…” Arthur did not finish as Mina perched her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “Maybe they have a point, Art…” Arthur hissed at his wife’s dismissive tone and looked at her as though she had struck him. “Mina this

These were very useful in battle. 2. Liche dragons: we had many of these thousands of years ago but now we only have one. He was born eight months ago, he is weak but his power strengthens him. The power to wake the dead, very useful tactic in battle. His name was Edwin, son to my General. A potential guardian for our future King. 3. Cobalt Dragons: Like fire dragons, cobalt dragons were quite many. They spat blue flames instead of red, but they couldn't breath a lot of it at a far distance.

I flick my wrist and the fire leaps from my palm. "How can you still do this?" I hear Ash ask. I tug a little at the freezing metal collar around my neck. "I'm not really sure," I murmur. "I wish I could do it," he mutters. "I'll teach you how when we get out of here," I tell him. I concentrate on the fire again, moving the matching flames in Ash's cell as well. "In the beginning there were seven gods, the most powerful of which were the twins Zahra and Kilano. Zahra was the goddess of life and Kilano the god of fire and ashes. Together they created the dragons."