Dark Armed The Dragon Of Annihilation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

“This child is truly remarkable; she took control of my dead right out of my hands.” The dragon burnt another wave of demons and Grimkeeper finally had enough. “This has gone on too long, Grimkeeper,” Terra said as she watched demons being burnt to ashes and dropping from headshots. “You need to end this right now.” Grimkeeper summoned his powers, the ones stored in him trying to claw its way out and summoned something that Emma or Steve did not see coming. The dark lord raised his hands to the black skies and black lightning shot down from the skies, hitting the fire breathing dragon in the back.

Gabriel was using his flame power “Drakayaan…. Destroy them all,” Layana shouted to her second dragon watching him burn the throngs of the enemy army. She could see the Ehlesian Knights fighting alongside the riders, some blinded by darkness, others having no idea when the darkness had overridden and poisoned them. But either way, it was far too late for them.

It was something else, but he didn’t care whatever it was couldn’t stop him. “I don’t know, just kill it so we can get into the warehouse.” The Dark One said to his men. The vampires blurred and started to attack the beast’s body staying away from his head. The beast roared when the vampires started clawing at his body. He started shaking his big body and throwing himself against trees trying to get the vampires off of him. Out of nowhere a Dragon swooped down, using it’s claws ripping his vampires off of the big beast and setting them on fire dropping them to the ground. The Dark One sighed deeply not wanting to waste time. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the dragon into the big beas

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

I was burning out. But the world kept getting darker. Because from the west… they came. I felt it before I saw it. The ground trembled in unnatural rhythm. Not like marching. Not like charging. Like… slithering. Crawling. Breathing death. Then they crested the ridge. And the last piece of hope in me cracked. Aldrian. Clad in armor made of soul-forged obsidian, wielding a blade that bled shadow. His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army.

Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching the Demon Lord's skin beneath. Khaos stumbled, his eyes wide with agony, as Ronan and Dynaris continued their relentless assault. The flames danced across his body, consuming his dark magic and weakening his defenses. The Dark Lord's screams grew louder, more desperate, as he realized his powers were dwindling, his control over the shadows faltering.

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.

*** Xander's POV *** 🚨 SYSTEM OVERDRAW: CORE UTILIZATION AT 999%. The explosion of power that hit my soul didn't just overclock my system—it completely shattered my biological limits. My nine-foot war-form violently expanded, my white fur entirely burning away to reveal solid, interlocking plates of glowing golden dragon scales. My claws grew into foot-long blades of pure, radioactive white heat, crackling with enough kinetic energy to level a mountain. The pain was a beautiful, blinding ecstasy. The Master Kill Switch Sereia held in my heart was vibrating so hard it felt like a star collapsing inside my chest.

His art. Luca lay beneath him, eyes closed, his mind finally quiet. The terror of the hallway, the image of that man’s hands was all gone, erased by the sheer intensity of what Adrian had just done to him. He was tired, his body felt like it had been put through a war, but he felt anchored. He was broken, yes, but he was Adrian’s broken thing. And for some twisted, dark reason, that was enough for now. "You're mine," Adrian whispered, his voice once again cold, flat, and final. He rolled off, pulling the dark linens over them. "Remember that when you wake up."