Dragon Heroes Battle Of Dragonia Novels & Stories

Ideally I would like to take him back for trial but honestly stopping Pyrrus from killing him would be more work than I can be bothered with. I send blast after blast catching him off guard, he turns as another blast hits him square in the chest. His dragon loses balance as I send another one. Bjorn and Rain finish off the four they were fighting, turning in time to see me catch Hector’s dragon by the foot. I fly fast up, spinning his dragon upside down. His panic has his dragon fighting to free himself from my talons.

SWISSHHHHH “Little dragon!” Everyone immediately followed the little dragon as he left, and at the same time on the battlefield, the appearance of the ancient gods on the Blood Sect’s side caused many Alliance troops to be injured. This included the Sky Palace forces led by Du Li; even though they had retreated, the attacks from the gods on Du Li’s level were extremely difficult to handle. BOOOOOOMMMMM

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

Soldiers rallied behind their king and healer, emboldened by the sight of the dragon and his bonded magic. Amidst the chaos, Verath and Elara fought side by side, their movements synchronized, a deadly dance of fire and light. A massive shadow beast lunged at her, and Verath caught it mid-air, flames enveloping it as silver light from Elara coiled around it, disintegrating it instantly. The dragon’s roar vibrated through the battlefield, and soldiers cheered, fear turning to hope.

This human was once their friend, but evil swept through his veins greedily, silent, yet powerful. The worst thing about betrayal, it doesn’t come from your enemy, but the one you have trusted so deeply, the one you considered as a friend.. perhaps even more.. Humans had taken the reins, claiming themselves as the most powerful rulers, the not only killed but also slaved any dragon insight after the war, and so the last remaining dragons, including their dying Dragon King and his family, hid from the surface of the world, afraid to cross paths with humans again. His father passed and now it was up to the Prince to return his people to their original glory...

“Mommy Calling.” “Roland.” A female voice called causing Asrar to be curios. He turned his head so it was behind the boy. He didn’t want him to be hurt if it wasn’t his mom but he also didn’t want mom to think he would hurt them. Neither one worked as a, almost as large as him, silver dragon came out of the sky and took him out. Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon.

Raisel screamed at the top of her voice nonstop. “There is a dragon in our camp!”, the giants cried with a loud voice, “Kill him”. The giants jumped and raised their hands to reach them, some swung clubs and swords at them. Dragomir skillfully dodged their weapons but he still flew low, careful not to get to the topmost surface which he was sure the giants had covered with a spell. Raisel was screaming nonstop but she couldn’t help it. One of the giants managed to grab his hind legs, he struggled against its hold and then he turned around and blew a breath of fire setting the giant aflame, he scampered about, spreading the fire before he fell to the ground in a thud rolling around.

The people in the battle looked at each other and simultaneously charged at the dragon as if signaling it was the last attack they could muster. In a very fierce battle, dragons are not creatures that can be easily defeated by humans, let alone have no strength and only rely on the weapons they have. While the fight was going on, one of the leaders of the Bedros army saw from a distance, behind the dragon was a small child carrying something that was being hugged. Little boy with white hair in shabby clothes. Bedros thought that the boy was one of the members of the group who got lost alone to escape. "Hey, turn the dragon the other way there's a kid." cried Bedros, pointing his hand at the

Dyna jerked with the attack, Marcus immediately snatched Dyna's wand and broke it into pieces. All dragons soldiers started falling to the ground because of the powerful attack. Draco panicked looking around his defeating army, "Draco...YOUR GAME IS OVER." A loud voice echoed. One of the tornadoes changed to Queen Vincent while the other two tornadoes kept attacking the leftover dragons. Before Draco and other dragons could stabilize. Vincent throws the red wands towards Marcus and Mars. Mars and Marcus successfully catch their powerful wands. All dragons army vanished from the battlefield. The other two tornadoes turned to Lord Reece and King Zohan respectively.

Towards Crimson. There is a commotion in the town square. A few humans cluster in corners around the edges of the square, both fascinated by and terrified of the dragon standing in the center. There is a bloody mess at his feet, a young man dead and broken. The dragon is holding a human woman tightly around the neck as she stands almost naked before him, her fists clenched, her bright blond matted and falling around her shoulders. Carnelia. My Carnelia. Mine. Fueled by rage, I fly faster. I watch as the dragon, who I now recognize as my brother Segundus, sniffs her neck.