Dark Armed The Dragon Of Annihilation Novels & Stories

He was doing that on purpose. “Alright, you know the rules,” Dominic said, and they nodded. “Go!” He gave the sign, and they started fighting. Arman is a golden dragon, and Adam is something green. “My cousin is an Emerald dragon, a top protector, his mate, Queen Talia, Arman's is the Amethyst Princess… the tale goes that she was bound to die, all of them, never making it, over and over… until now…” Urien whispered, and I looked at Adam under a new light. He was not the ordinary royal, yet he was impressive. A warrior, like Urien, but on steroids. He was stronger, sharper.

descended an even larger shadow-a cloaked figure never seen before, grinning with two faces. Valtorius stiffened. "No... they called the Umbral Arbiter. This is... worse than I thought." And as the shadows swallowed the light again, Raven stared at her new enemy-with a gaze that was no longer fearful, but... lit with a determination she had never felt before. The hallway was now filled with colliding energies. Light and darkness competed for space, creating small explosions and invisible vortices that made the air heavy to breathe. Raven stood at the centre of it, her body emitting a purple light that now glowed darkly.

They aren’t even trying to hide anymore. The hunters, or maybe they are just guards now, are heavily armed and I know that whatever they are using as weapons will be able to impact me. They figured out how to create a serum that will paralyze a dragon. It worked on Tana when they captured her and it worked on me in the arena. ‘They have to get through me now, to get to you.’ Merethyl says in my mind. We’re standing in the forest watching them. It’s still light out and I want to wait until it’s nearly dark to try and get the upper hand.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin.

"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Draphiron screeched a painful cry as it tried to swipe away the clones, but they’re all too fast. Every second that passed … the dragon was being slaughtered … brutally … mercilessly … “Stop!” Arth pleaded, but he didn’t saw the dragon’s huge tail coming at him, and so it hit him directly, blasting him away. He slammed himself against the stone wall and fell to the blue floor. “Please… stop it…” Arth told Lucas as he stood up slowly, witnessing how the fast-moving clones butchered the dragon. Draphiron tried to fight and blast the clones with its frost breath, but it wasn’t enough to wipe them all up. Heartbreaking it was for Arth to see the beast hit the floor, all wounded and injured, with

Again, he glares at the annoying stranger. Of course, he tried to pull his arms but the grip just got intense that he almost flinched but he wants to look strong, far from what he really is. "What?! What do you want? Do you really want to get punched at your face?! Let me go! I said let me--" His words magically got swallowed and he nearly melted when he looked at the guy who suddenly changed his aura. His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.