Dragon Sin の小説・ストーリー

Elena or the dragon? A/N

He was bound by a rope and had only one Pajama on his body. Ding Yan tasted the wine in the goblet and said softly, "I don't like fighting, but there's no way. Since your identity has been found, you can't stay. If you want to blame, blame Allen Peterson!" "Ding Yan, you bastard, you can't..." A white light rose from the dark night and brought a touch of blood. Just a few drops splashed into the goblet on Ding Yan's hand, and the rosy liquid was more strange.

Sina now asked cautiously, furrowing his brow. “Yes, I am absolutely sure. I was worried about her and tried to spell her into a peaceful sleep to no avail. The drug we gave her prevented the shift, but the dreams, or effects of whatever echo or whatever Leo was doing were surely there. I was actually embarrassed to be with her in such intimate moments, and I am just glad she was asleep and unaware of my presence”, I said sheepishly. Silence followed for a moment and Dr. Sina started pacing again, rubbing his forehead as if he was trying to decipher this new piece of information. Celia and I looked at each other confused, unsure of what was happening. “It could be her powers ….” He stated a

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok

"If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences." The car hummed as it accelerated onto the highway, its engine producing that strange purring sound that seemed to resonate with something deep in Sage's chest. The sensation was oddly comforting, like finding a missing piece of herself she hadn't known was gone. "First lesson," Marcus said, glancing at her. "Breath control. Dragons don't breathe fire—that's a human misconception. What we do is manipulate elemental energies through focused respiration." "Really starting with the basics, aren

He roared a sound that shattered the air, shaking the ground and echoing across the mountains. Flames erupted from his body, curling in living serpents, rolling over enemy lines. The sheer intensity of his presence drove foes backward, forcing monsters and men alike to recoil in terror. Yet the dragon’s raw power threatened to consume everything, including Ashenrealm’s soldiers. Elara’s silver energy surged in response, wrapping around him like ribbons of pure light, guiding and tempering the inferno, shielding the allies nearest them.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

As a spirit, such attacks would be decimating. The Dragon Lizard had helped Zephyr a great deal. It knew it could not defeat the Serpent on its own, it also knew Zephyr was much on the same boat as it. Had they continued on, the Serpent would have won the both of them either way. Dragon Lizards are not fond of humans, but the draconic energy found within Zephyr felt familiar. It would rather sacrifice its rune and itself to help Zephyr than have the Serpent consume it. A Dragon Lizard’s rune was divine as it grants the power to control electricity. This, compounded by Zephyr’s third scale, signalled his mastery over electricity, and it formed a great and powerful rune.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.