Baca Novel Dragon Marked War God Novels & Stories

The tone of her voice was heated and Zara made sure she burned the Beta with her gaze. Looking a little flustered, Beta Fam dragged his hands through his short hair, a look of disbelief on his face. Then, he asked, “What has that got to do with anything? You are not making sense.” “Neither are you. You don’t get to call me a liar if you are not certain about the ways of the dragon.” “So, are you certain about the ways of the dragon?” “The dragon told me that war is coming to Zenrada. Are you going to ignore the warning or will you continue to call me a liar?”

**This is Book 5 of the Elemental Dragon Series. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the first four books in the series, starting with The Arena. References to other story lines and past situations will not be reiterated in this story.** I'm standing here in the arena once again, staring at this arrogant asshole who thinks that he can claim me and make me his dragon. This time, it’s an elf prince.

The same war still bleeds. But now, the battlefield expands. Alliances will shatter. Secrets buried in Vol. 1 will erupt. And the dragon… the dragon is no longer sleeping. What to expect in The Dragon’s Bride: · The warfront widens—faeries, ancient warlocks, and shifting loyalties. · Eleanor’s true lineage unravels. · Perseus’s transformation and what it means for the crown. · Higher stakes, sharper betrayals, and a love story forged in fire and fury.

“Stay close.” Rowan’s heart pounded as the sky turned red—not from the eclipse now, but from flames rising over the academy walls. Somewhere to the east, a dragon roared. Not a tame one. Not a guardian one. A war-roar. Rowan’s breath hitched. “Kai… something’s wrong.” He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Because when Rowan looked toward the academy gates—she saw them wide open. And shadows were pouring in. Rowan’s mark flared hot in warning. She opened her eyes fully. The curse was gone. But war had already begun

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

Elaina gulped, not sure if she should tell him what led to her discovery. She was about to open her mouth to reply to him when Drake began reading the first page. She exhaled in relief to know it was a rhetorical question. Drake read out some lines and it sounded strange to her ears. She had never heard anything like it before. “What does it mean?” she asked. “It’s a prayer to the goddess of fire, dragon warriors used to recite this before going to war” he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

And that scared him. “I worry because if this isn’t the war you spoke of,” the Dragon God gazed worryingly at the large rain clouds in the sky and the turbulent aura seeping into the core of the world. With a slight tremble he revealed his deepest fear, “Then what would that war be like?”

Draco put his gun down and said coldly, “You want war right? Now you just got yourself a valid excuse. “I’ll give you a chance to call Glowmoss military and ask them whether they dare to declare war against the God of War!” A phone was tossed into Ezekiel’s hands. He got so nervous that he could barely catch it. He dared not make the call. He simply stared at Kaze and asked timidly, “Y-You are really the God of War?” It was not a question but a statement. Be it Draco or the Dragon’s Edge and the Battle Dragon Troops, all the soldiers looked at Kaze with utmost respect and admiration. It was like the men saw God in person and started worshiping him.

I wandered deeper, drawn to a section of shelves darkened with age and etched with golden dragon motifs half-melted by fire. Dragons. Every mention of them before the war had been poetic. Reverent. Sometimes, I’m even awestruck. But after the war? Barely a whisper. Most texts ended mid-century or were singed at the edges as if someone had tried to burn more than ink from the pages. I ran my fingers over the broken spines of books that had once held legacy and power and found only gaps. Seraphine’s name was mentioned only in passing. A battle here. A speech there. No dates. No quotes. No truth. Just myths.

Maybe I should. No! I shouted in my head and turned away again suddenly feeling extremely flushed and breathless. I felt rather than saw him move closer to me a moment before he bathed my body in an oddly warm breath that encased me from head to toe. I looked down to find tendrils of smoke lapping at my skin. Though it was startling at first, I found myself unable to move away. Or maybe not wanting to move away. "What are you doing?" I breathed out. "You will learn, Mara, that being a Draygon comes with many gifts that allow us to be an extreme danger to our enemies. However, they can also be used for pleasure," he said softly, his words releasing more tendrils of warm smoke.