Dragon Sin Romane & Geschichten

“And what is this?” “A tree of life, full of balls of dragonfire,” Drust answered simply. “What? You look as if you do not believe me. You asked and I answered.” Quintus nodded. “This is your reward for it all? Dragonfire, whatever that is?” Drust smiled at him. “You are bordering on daft, Roman. Dragonfire is like liquid flame, rolls and eats all in its way as it must. A spark of it can consume a human body. Imagine what a ball of it can do to an army?”

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Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

she whispers before strolling away. My fist clenches as I watch the slut. Her attitude burns in my veins like fire struggling to break free. My light skin fades red like a volcano as I grind my teeth. I shall play along, while digging a bigger grave. When the time is due, I shall dispose of her in a gruesome way she shall understand why I am Drago Ryder; the Alpha who can slay a dragon.

Charles stuttered before begging for mercy. “You didn’t see anything. You didn’t hear anything. If even a word of what happened tonight gets out, well… you know the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his wrath. Charles had done nothing to him. He was not going to kill him. James glanced back at Rowena lying feebly on the bed. “I’m sure you’re curious as to who I am. I don’t mind telling you. I’m the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army. Forget Trent Xavier, I can even kill the Blithe King if I wanted to.”

The punishment for betraying us will be far worse than anything the vampires or wolves could ever do. As the dragon prince, I had additional magical abilities. My special gift is controlling the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth. My gift is something I can naturally do in both my human and dragon forms. I also can use spells, but it takes additional magic. I always took my magical abilities for granted. Never did I believe there would come the time where I needed to limit myself. Once I find the stone and take my rightful place on the throne, I will show the world my true limitless power. All will bow, and those that refuse will not have mercy. The night creatures we once allowed to exi

It matched the ring I had bought her and I smiled as I looked at it. “By the power granted to us we declare Rylee Grey the Drakaina of the Grey Lair and true fated bonded half of Sire Lucas Grey forevermore,” Elder Peter said. I felt the pull towards the realm of the dragons and when I opened my eyes, Rylee and I stood in a cave, similar to the one where I found Baz. There was a soft humming sound and a large black dragon appeared in front of us. I instinctively knew what to do and held my hand out to him where he made a cut on my palm and repeated the process with Rylee. I took her hand and our blood mingled once again.

“…for the sins of his father.” Riyin didn’t understand anything she was saying, all he could feel was fear and the thought that this was going to be the last day he was going to live. He should have said he loved his mother often. He should have been a good son to his father, instead of complaining about cleaning the stables. He should have been a better son. “Oh, is the little dragon sad? Don’t worry, your tears will bring my daughter back to me.” She laughed and Riyin felt himself go higher.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

He was just a twenty-year-old boy in a soot-stained tactical suit, exhausted to the marrow of his bones. I am just a man, Tristan thought, a profound sense of vertigo washing over him. I toppled the strongest fortress in the Western Reach with nothing but a bluff, a flare, and a pirate’s detonator. And her. He turned his head. Saoirse stood by the viewport, the morning sun catching the silver strands of her hair, turning them into threads of spun light. Her red leathers were scuffed, her breathing slow and measured as she gazed out over the harbor. Even standing still, she radiated an aura of untamed power. She was the Dragon. The last of a mythic lineage.