Dragon Blood Warrior Novels & Stories

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Not just the angelic warriors but Edward and the rest were surprised at that. “How much of your strength have you recovered if you can summon your dragon sword?” The leader asked, and a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes; he hid it. When they had seen his cave open and his coffin empty, he wasn’t worried, rather, he was actually happy that he would be the one to defeat the God killer finally and was already fantasizing about the reward he would receive from his god. Everyone knew that the God killer’s strength was sealed before he was buried and to recover his strength shall take him years. However, seeing him now, he recalled that he had forgotten an important part, for the dragon King to

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

dragon rider?” It is our birthright our bloodline is connected to the golden dragon you have always told us that.” “I know what I told you and your siblings. At the time it was ok for you to believe you were a dragon rider, so you could train and prepare for your destiny. You were always more skilled than your siblings and the elders were hard on you because they saw how advanced you were.” “Grandmother, I don’t understand any of this. What is going on?” Lynn asked her grandmother. Her grandmother stepped away from her and straighten to her full five-foot two height and banged her staff three times on the floor and a bright light flashed and blinded everyone, but Lateri who know what was

Dan’s most ferocious men were single-handedly defeated by Draco. The six men struggled but they got up on their feet. “Do you know why I broke one arm each? The six of you are veterans who came back from the battlefield yet you become the hitmen of some lousy gangster? The six of you are a disgrace!” Draco then slowly removed his glasses, which had remained in place throughout the brief fight. When the six men saw Draco’s face without the glasses, they were dumbfounded. “Chief Commander Draco Lang?! The chief commander of the War Dragon Squad?!”

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.

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.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

“Can’t you feel the power? Even our high priests have come out of hiding for this day. What a great honor.” Looking where she is indicating I see that amongst the standing throng are drakes and drakaina with the markings of high rank, their faces painted in bright gold swirls, golden tattoos on their arms detailing their lineage and skill. They are similar to the moon dragon’s warrior priests, skilled in both combat and healing arts. And now they want to make me, a stranger to their land and ways, their queen. All because of my lineage and something else--something that Lyra, Cosima, and Nova refuse to disclose.