Novel & Cerita Baca Novel Dragon Marked War God

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. The entire crowd watching was stunned. Even Alfredo, Rupert, and Monty, who had already experienced Andrew's strength, felt cold sweat run down their backs as they watched the clash. Andrew had truly become a War God in every sense, and perhaps the only true War God in the entire Holtrien army. What was a War God? It referred to someone undefeated in battle. Jakob, the martial god from Divine Dragon Order, blurted out in disbelief, "Beyond Mortal! He has already stepped into the Beyond Mortal level, so that puts him on the same level as the three leaders."

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

Not just any dragon. They were dragons too—every one of them born with wings and claws, fire in their lungs. But he was the Warlord. The King they had once feared and followed not because of birthright, but because of power. His wings could darken the sun. His roar had shattered mountain passes. They had called him king not out of respect, but survival. And they had forgotten. Until now. Sera didn’t scream. She just stood there, arms still outstretched, as if her body might shield them from a god.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

[Carnelia] “I am no god,” I look from one face to the other. These dragons are asking me to rely on their wisdom and trust their judgment, but their actions and words speak of madness. “I am just a drakaina who misses her mate and wants to go home.”

“What happened to the dragons? Did they like, kill themselves off or something?” “That’s what some people think, but most say that the war made the dragons weak, and the ones who remained alive after the fighting retreated back to the realm of their god; Helios, the Sun God. But it has been almost two thousand years, and none have returned.” I watch Aurora as she explores the map in front of her, she shows genuine interest in learning about our world and its inhabitants.

Alexander chuckled. Back then, during the incessant wars, all four Dukes of War—Green Dragon, White Tiger, Maxine, and Juno—did their best to cultivate to the Martial Overlord level despite their exhaustion from the wars. After peace was restored to Wyverna, the four Dukes of War and the 108 Barons of War cultivated even more diligently. Green Dragon was the first to break through to Lord of War before traveling to Cherisha.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

I think he's seen this before. Drake was determined to make sure, before June realized he was seeing all this. With his dragon eye, Drake traced every inch of June's skin that he could see and to Drake's surprise, when he saw the dragon mark hidden in the skin on June's back. It was a sign formed when a woman had slept with a dragon. And that mark, is not a sign of carelessness, it is a mark of the Dragon King. Drake widened his eyes. If that was the case, could it really be that Drake had slept with June before? Drake slept with many women during his life, he found it difficult to remember one by one.