Dragon Breeder 6 by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

As I stood stunned at the revelation that I was now in possession of a power that enabled me to become a dragon, the settling body of the Celestial Dragon began to writhe and heave in places.

“What the fuck is going on there?” Bjorn asked, coming up to stand next to me and wiping troll blood from his face.

Gabby, who had appeared on my other side with his habitual stealth and lack of fanfare, grunted something.

“I think Gabby has the gist of it,” I said.

“How’s th-that, sir?” Rupert said, touching his bycocket hat to make sure it was still in place.

I watched the skin of the dead dragon bulge and strain. “I think he’s right when he says that whatever the fuck it is, we’re not going to be waiting long to find out.”

The Celestial Dragon’s body went still, but it was a stillness that reeked of ominousness.

“Yep, any second now.” I sighed.

The body burst open. Golden blood showered out, smoking where it landed on the stone.

Rupert stepped forward, peering with interest at the exploded dragon carcass.

“Oh, I don’t think that this is g-g-going to be very good,” he said.

White creatures, humanoid in appearance and about hobbit-sized, crawled from the depth of the Celestial Dragon’s chest cavity.

“Yuck,” Bjorn said.

Gabby mumbled something at him.

“He’s right, big guy,” I said, my eyes still glued to the gruesome show unfolding before us, “you did just cut a troll’s johnson off.”

“Yeah, but that was in the fuckin’ heat of fuckin’ battle, boss,” he said. “This is just nasty. What the hell are they and why were they in that bloody dragon?”

The humanoid creatures were the same pale color as the Celestial Dragon, though they were covered in golden blood as they crawled out of the wreck of the huge cadaver. They had horrible pointed faces that looked like they had been hacked out of stone—and not by anyone with any real proficiency with a hammer and chisel. They were all hard, angular lines and ratty hides, skeletal arms, and legs.

The gross things scuttled out from the depths of the dragon’s carcass and looked out over the battle with beetle black eyes. There were, maybe, two dozen of them.

“They remind me of parasites or something,” I said.

“What w-w-was that, Mike?” Rupert asked.

“I said they remind me of parasites—like bugs that were living inside something else, you know.”

Rupert snapped his fingers. It was an impressive move, seeing as he was still holding his two daggers.

“Celestial gargoyles,” he said. “I knew I recognized them.”

“You’ve seen these ugly fuckers before?” Bjorn asked.

“No, I haven’t seen them, only read a-a-about them,” Rupert replied. He looked fascinated. “They’re an organism that has been hypothesized to incubate inside of some dragons, though proving that has b-b-been nigh on impossible.”

“Are they something we need to worry about?” I asked.

Over by the corpse of the Celestial Dragon, the celestial gargoyles shook themselves like dogs and straightened up. They flexed their shoulders. Wings dripping in golden dragon blood unfolded from their backs.

“I think,” Rupert said, “that they’re something everyone should be worried about.

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