Baca Novel Dragon Marked War God Novels & Stories

'' ''I will tell you a story, listen carefully, there was once a young girl about your age, barely seventeen in a tiny town called Pumwa who could bind lightning, those were very troubling times, two fierce and powerful dragon lords were at war with each other, The conqueror and The whip, her family was dirt poor and with the war her older brother was stolen from the fields were he worked with other boys who were also taken, in the midst of all that hunger and chaos, she was marked with the dragon seal, a new dragon egg had hatched and with it a new dragon lord had emerged to whom she was a sage and then began what came to be known as the great hunt these two men both ransacked Hanorak in se

That he will finally take over like he always wished? The man takes a deep breath in before he points at me. “The God of Death is called Arawn! You got the name all wrong! And why would you be a big-ass damned dragon for that matter?! That makes no sense! This is some stupid daydream and I am going to wake up at any moment!” Oh. I guess I should have realised.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

So, with Lochness and Nefertari at the helm of the other races of Midgar, a mighty war was raged. In the years to come, this war would be known as The Fires of Alira in honor of the dragon goddess. After the great fires, peace returned to the realm once more.

22 A dragon! He was a god-damned, fire-breathing, humongous, large toothed dragon-kind Miaka had never seen a real dragon before and was as blown away by him as Kai was. Kai quickly jumped out of the way as the guy shifted, but even as a dragon, he was no match for a God. Kai - being a war God - had no real chance at losing any battle - dragons or not. Miaka ran to the small wooden stage to congratulate her hero, but her efforts were misplaced, she soon found, as the people of the town did not want to forgo the execution.

Finally, in a surprisingly smooth movement, the dragon flings the screaming Noble into the air, stretches its long neck, and roasts Warren with brilliant green flames. And then the dragon looks down, directly at me. Mosley swears as the massive dragon tucks its wings and dives, catching Warren’s flaming corpse in its mouth. The ground shakes as Dragon Jayan lands, and the air from his presence blows across my face, pushing my hair aside. I watch as it stalks toward me. Even in this form, Jayan is incredibly muscular. As it stalks closer, I can't help admiring the beautiful creature. Gods. What a beautiful beast.

Valeria suddenly said, her words catching my attention. "What did you find?" I asked, my voice filled with eagerness. "Don't raise your hopes up. I don't Know of it can be considered helpful.I did not find anything in particular but I did find out that there's a certain book that registered that kind of mark." Valeria revealed. " A book?" I repeated. " Yes, it's called 'The mark of the chosen ones'. It is a compilation of various kinds of marks. The problem is, the book disappeared a few centuries ago. The last recorded place where it was seen was the castle of the Royal dragon family. " Valeria explained.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Gideon replied. Without paying any more attention to Chase, Attwell, the Pope, or Yohan, he dashed straight into the cave. The Pope yelled in frustration, "Damn it! Take care of Chase first!" "I told you this kid can't be trusted." Yohan fumed, furious. Nevertheless, they had no choice but to concentrate all their efforts on Chase and Attwell. Meanwhile, the S-class dragon vein was locked in an intense battle with Oklarth. Inside the cave, Gideon found the Eartharch Book, which emitted a subtle, soul-piercing glow. Yet, its surface was devoid of words or symbols. It resembled a book of blank celestial scriptures.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t