Dragon Blade Naruto Novels & Stories

Had they failed to avoid the attack, they would’ve surely died on the spot… “Why the hell is there a dragon all of a sudden?! Aren’t we supposed to only be fighting against other people?!” asked the shocked Nori. Based on the current turn of events, Gerald felt that the dragon was just another kind of magical challenge within this illusory space… With that in mind, Gerald then shouted, “Go hide first, Nori! I’ll deal with the dragon!” Following that, he summoned Jade Infused Blade and turned it into a sword. After tightening his stance, Gerald then began charging toward the dragon!

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

Ryuki waits with sword in hand, To burn the chains across the land. Together, they shall rise and stand, The storm, the flame, the last command. Skylar I get as close to the castle as I dare, then wait for the dragons to attack. I need to focus, but all I can see is Ryuki, standing naked in front of me. I’ve never seen a naked man before, although I know what a penis is, I know how babies are made. But holy cow. I had no idea it was that big!

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

"But here's the thing—she's angry. Every time someone mentions your father, she gets this look..." "What look?" Hayden met my gaze. "Like she's imagining how his entrails would have looked draped over the throne if she knew where to find him." A strange thrill shot through me. Hayden frowned. "You're smiling." "Am I?" "You are. Which is disturbing." He sheathed his sword. "Ryden, this isn't a game. If she's really a dragon—" "Then she's here for revenge." I finished the thought for him. "I know."

They had come expecting a spectacle—dragonfire, a roar, the kind of fury only a warlord could deliver. Instead, they got only to listen to the sound—the wet crack of bone, the slump of a body hitting stone—save for the few standing low enough on the steps, or high enough on the terrace to overlook the spectacle. And that terrified them more. There was no fire. No roar. No spectacle. Just the Dragon Warlord—silent, brutal, precise—closing the distance and driving his claws through the man’s chest like it was always meant to end this way. His father-in-law didn’t scream. There wasn’t time.

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.