Dragon Blood Warrior Novels & Stories

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

"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.

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an

On the other side of town, the tangy breeze blew off the Indian River, tugging Aradhon's long, dark hair as he watched Trace walk away, his shoulders slumped in defeat, even though he walked like a man determined to do something for the one he loved. Weak. Emotions are the weakness of all humans. Of course, it was lucky for the dark elf that they were. Otherwise, his plan would not be going as well as it was. While he couldn't hear the exchange between the human and the aswang, he could tell by their body movements that things were progressing just as he needed. Soon, the aswang would lead the human Warrior out into the open and right into Aradhon's clutches. The Guardian Sword would be his.

Long Chen smiled and ignored the World Spirit's words and screams. He emerged from his subconscious and looked back at the dragon's blood pool. "Your bones will also change as you absorb the blood from that pool. But the pain you'll experience is hundreds, even millions of times more agonizing because both are sacred dragon bones." The Blue Firebird spoke seriously to Long Chen.

It was not important now. Only keeping our people safe was important. The dragon roared and thrashed as Nova flew past him, and her claws dug into his back, before she flew up, ripping a part of his skin. Blood gushed out and along with the Nighria oil flowing through his bloodstream, the dragon was getting slow and weak.

Draegon stepped into the center of the room, raising his bloodied hand. “My warriors,” he said, “our prey approaches.” The Ravagers growled louder, deeper and then they let out a rumbling sounds that shook dust from the ceiling. “Dark Moon’s Alpha walks into our land,” Draegon continued. “And he does not know… you wait for him.” One Ravager’s eyes snapped open... Glowing pure red. Then the next. Then the next.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

This was not the Navia she was familiar with. And there was an even more chilling scene that made Thalia shudder. Apart from the terrifying scene of the two armies facing each other, there had also been a dragon slaughter amid the Abyssal Bloodstorm woven by the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. That Battle Warrior clad in silver armor came down from the sky and struck the dragon that was far stronger than him. The dragon sprayed out a rain of blood as it fell out of the sky, but the Battle Warrior remained unscathed. Thalia glimpsed the Battle Warrior’s face past the helmet—Adrian's face.