Violet Dragon の小説・ストーリー

Violet smiled at the mention of the redhead and watched her grandson who apparently was already slowly waking up, due to fighting against his grandmother's powers to keep him asleep. "My name is Violet of Drogus, former queen of the Luztian kingdom, kingdom of all..." Luna could not believe that she was in front of the great queen, the vampire who had even fought for the rights of vampires and humans alike with the only purpose that they had no difference, the woman she had read about all those months in the castle, with the sole purpose of learning from her and fighting for the right of the crossbreeds Luna wanted to reach an optimal treatment for her kind, that they saw them as equals and

“Can I see them?” “How about . . . No. You don’t fit in that place. The dungeon is for filthy prisoners who are unable to reconcile and obey the wishes of a prince.” Drakaina's entire body seemed to heat up in response to what she heard. “What have you done to them? Don’t you dare touch any of your fingers or I swear to any devil walking in this world, I will kill you!” She’s holding a knife made of water in her left hand. Vincent looked at her hand when he noticed a strange noise in his ear. “You’re a water bender, but how?” He couldn’t believe of what he is seeing right now. It will be difficult for him to get the woman he wants to do what he wants to happen.

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.

Violet's expression was as calm as this usually was; she patted the Dragon King's hand and said, "Deal with Namio Rankle first," Deskington's condition is not very good. The level of rotting has eaten down to half of the person, just the lower leg. Hana passed Violet, and the dragon king headed towards Namio Rankle. She had to quickly end this fight when she saw Hana flying towards her. Namio Rankle's mouth broke into a mysterious smile, "You're always in a hurry, Hana,"

“What a creature! How dare it be so rude!” Alan was livid when he saw that his disciples were injured and killed. Buzz! Alan retrieved his long whip and attacked the Gourami Dragonfish King violently. His whip was about five meters long, and it glowed violet and gold under the sun. It was made from a mix of Violet Fluorite Gold and Ten Thousand Year Frost Iron. It was highly durable; it was a weapon from the Violet category! A weapon from the Violet category! Darryl was shocked when he saw the whip in Alan’s hand.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

I vowed as I released her and turned away before I could change my mind. Knowing the others would keep her safe, I vaulted up and over the rubble, making my way toward the gaping hole at the top of the structure. Landing on the edge of a wall that was still slightly upright, I looked around to search the sky for Arion’s Dragon. Using my enhanced Dragon vision, I located him flying away. Launching myself into the air, the power of my Dragon surged through me. Without an ounce of pain, my body contorted as it transformed into a massive violet Dragon. The shifting was effortless and quick, so before I landed on the ground, I was already fully in my Dragon form.

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

Ritual of the Infernal Dark Christening. The heart must be pierced by the master, the weapon used must be bathed in the blood of the Vampire Queen, as the Bloodline of the Void Scarlet Dragon must be assimilated to awaken the true potential in the source of life. The soul together with the spirit will travel to the Infernum to train, know and bathe with the true Dark influence to become a true daughter of darkness and know the truth of things. The soul and spirit can be destroyed while staying in the Infernum during training, causing ultimate death. The length of stay depends on what is indicated by Master, but the minimum must be 3 earthly years and the maximum time is 300 years. (1 earthly

Her hair is so pale it is nearly white, falling in long waves down her back like strands of moonlight. When she lifts her head slightly I see her eyes. Violet. A deep, luminous shade unlike anything I have ever seen. She has not noticed me yet. I remain still, watching quietly as she works. The moment her scent reaches me everything inside my chest ignites. It is not subtle. Not gentle. The mate call slams through me with the force of a thunderclap. My dragon roars awake inside my mind. Mine. The certainty is immediate and absolute. The woman by the river straightens suddenly.