Dragon Blood Warrior Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes widened, and he stumbled back a step. "Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I feel it. The power. The divine light." The crowd erupted in whispers. Some gasped, others murmured prayers. A few looked terrified. Another wolf pushed forward, younger, with fierce eyes and a challenging stance. His name was Drake, a warrior who'd always questioned my choices, always pushed boundaries. "Power doesn't mean loyalty," Drake said, his voice loud and sharp. "These pups carry strange blood. RedMoon blood mixed with Winchester. How do we know they won't destroy us?"

"It's fine.Once I make a choice,I don't regret it." Seeing my unwavering resolve,the Grand Druid had nothing left to say. In my past life,I had heard from other tribal warlords that the Dragonkin were actually descendants of ancient gods. They were fierce warriors who only took one mate for life.Once they reached adulthood,they even possessed the ability to foresee danger.It was precisely because they always dodged disasters ahead of time that foolish mortals mistook them as the"source of doom." My intuition told me he was the best choice I could make in this life.

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.

I wasn't able to do this ritual before but I have to pay a huge price to be able to resurrect these dead dragons. I stood and lifted my hands. “Rise, my warriors,” I said, my voice echoing across the valley. “You all are finally free.” A massive crimson dragon lowered its head, its eyes glowing like molten gold. “Metatron…” Its voice rumbled like thunder. “You called us back from death. I thought we were lost forever” I looked up at him, Drakar, the oldest of them all. “War is coming again,” I said. “A war that will end everything.”

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Together, they stood at the frontlines, the dawn's first full light bathing them both in gold. Aurora—half-wolf, half-vampire, the impossible bond between two worlds—and Draven, the king who defied the sun itself. The battle was far from over. But they would face it. Together.

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok