Baca Novel Dragon Marked War God Novels & Stories

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Lavi extends his hand. “Then stay by my side, Airen,” he says. “And help me defeat those damned Gods!” Airen grins and extends a large, green nail. “Let us take those b*tches down!” he declares. … *Present* The dragon emerges from the mountain, breathing fire. Its red and blue eyes fall on the Gods and a hint of glee flashes through them. The spider-like creature wails and runs towards the dragon but the latter raises its large, green scaled wings and lets out a loud cry.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

No title on the spine. I pull it from the shelf. LPThe cover is blank. But when I open it, the pages are filled with handwriting. Small. Neat. Careful. I read the first page. “The blood of the Dragon God flows through hidden veins. Most mortals do not know they carry it. They do not know they are more than they seem.” My heart stops. I turn the page. The child of dragon and wolf shall unite the races or destroy them forever. The prophecy is old. Older than any kingdom. Older than any war.

"The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union." There was no cheering or music. The moment the words were spoken, two Skyblade Warriors moved toward me at once. “We must depart now, Princess.” They didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. They led me out of the ritual hall immediately. "Diana! Wait!" I heard my father's voice shouting from behind. My family was rushing out to follow us out of the palace, struggling to keep up with the fast pace of the warriors. A black carriage lined with iron armor was already waiting, attached to two giant horses. Beside th

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

He has also taken Primus’ bride, Lady Eleanora, as his queen, giving him unlimited access to the Eastern Celestial Gate as well as her men, slaves, and any other resources which he has already put to use guarding the gate and killing anyone who seeks refuge in the Celestial Kingdom. “They’re killing refugees?” I gasp. Daax, who wanted to sit with me during this conversation, squeezes my hand to remind me he is there to support me. I take a deep breath, comforted by his presence, while I ask for clarification. “Are you telling me that the Imperial Troops are breaking the laws regarding political sanctions and are killing dragons coming to the gate begging for safety?” “Celestial dragons and t

They couldn’t afford to be distracted with a war of the gods. “I didn’t come here to fight you, I simply wanted to put you on notice. When I find the other piece of the book, I will be back to retrieve the keys. Whether I collect them willingly or kill everything you hold dear. I will get what I need to save my daughter. Drath I’m off to get your part of the book.” The Ocean God said, looking at the Dragon King who raised his brow.