Dragon King Greataxe Novels & Stories

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling. His voice boomed, resonant and terrible. “I warned you, the gods are watching and now their servants test our strength.” Axel snarled, “Save your riddles, Draikos! Fight!” And fight he did. Malrik moved with inhuman grace, striking with bare hands that broke metal as though it were glass. When a hunter drove a silver spear toward him, his skin glowed faintly as his scales shimmered across his forearm before fading again. Raven’s breath caught as she got a glimpse of what he truly was. Not just a man, or a wolf but a dragon.

This aura alone is enough to shock me. Zephyr Khan became more and more surprised. His golden combat sword had many precious materials, but they were much weaker than the Dragonesque Elephant's Tusk.

Boom! There was already a big gap between Alex’s cultivation level and Spencer. The difference between him and the current Spencer, who King Shura had possessed, was even more significant. King Shura was domineering with the spear in his hands, and the murderous aura around him was intense. The Dragon Bone Sword that Alex had formed a sword array with was easily cut through like paper. The tip of the spear slashed across Alex’s chest, and the Benares Dragon Armor was cut through. Golden dragon blood spilled out from the cut.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Now he refuses to allow any other female near us. Around a year ago my mothers dagger was stolen, it was a gift passed from Dragon Queen to Dragon Queen. It only obeys the rightful Queen, it’s said to have been a gift from the Supreme Dragon God Asgorath. The dagger is meant to be what holds the balance of good and evil forged before the split of the God when he became Bahamut and Tiamat, Bahamut the side of good and justice. While Tiamat represented the darker side, the evil Dragons.

“About your wings.” “Thank you,” Ember turned away a moment, composing herself. “I have experienced a great many things,” she continued her voice gravelly with emotion. “And have been subjected to many forms of torture and violence as a Drake of The Great Queen, but this… This is unforgivable,” she said through her teeth with anger. “What is a Drake?” Lyric asked to take the subject away from the amputation of Ember’s wings.

He reclined his head and shoulders and started floating effortlessly on the surface, spread out like a starfish and unbothered by the gentle waves. “Dragonkist?” Aki echoed, searching inwardly. The word rang a bell but she couldn’t remember when and where she had first heard it. Temujin’s face grew dark. He remembered his vision / dream in the Sauna Lodge. “Dragonkist means ‘dragon king’ in Split Tongue,” Sasha explained, without looking at his friends. “There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals.

The Immemorial Dragon Sword and the giant ax of the leader of the Thunder Tiger Dark Race crashed on each other aggressively. ‘What?!!’ At the moment when the weapons crashed upon each other, the leader of the Thunder Tiger Dark Race took in a deep, cold breath, and was very spooked. Lucas’ face remained composed instead because he knew how domineering the Immemorial Dragon Sword was. “This… this… this…” The leader of the Thunder Tiger Dark Race was still unable to believe that his giant ax had broken. “Now, do you still think that your Great Giant Ax is so great?” Lucas said faintly.

Stan was supposed to be at the border and not lurking in the middle of the forest. Going on his knees, Stan presents a small dagger which was crafted from the scale of a dragon. It was a tradition that the Gaels had held on to for generations. After a king dies, the dagger is presented to the next in line to the throne. Vincent stared at the dagger in shock and disbelief. Taking the knife, his fist slammed into Stan’s jaw, which sent the head of security flying a few feet away from him. “What kind of play is this, Stan!” Vincent yelled as black scales started forming around his neck and cheeks.