Dragon Blood

Dragon Blood

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 31, 2022
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Fiction
Fantasy
Raven, a disabled girl who gets bullied a lot. During junior year, she tries to find her way through normal teenage life, as well as a life she never knew about. Getting a mysterious letter from an academy she knows nothing about, to moving there during the first quarter of the school year. Her life gets turned around. Until she meets the dragon that she is bonded to. The one who has been pulling her to the school. The only thing that makes sense to Raven. Now she has to try to understand a new world, and her purpose alongside all of the other dragonblood riders. Can she do it? Will her disability get in the way? Or will she go home and never look back? *Random Uploading Times- No set schedule*
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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