Novel & Cerita Dragon Marked Series

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Doughy from good living and laziness. Drakon is carved from granite. His chest is a landscape of muscle and violence. A jagged white scar runs from his collarbone to his ribs—a knife wound, old and deep. Another scar, a bullet graze, marks his side. But it’s the ink that holds me. A massive tattoo covers his torso. Wolves. A pack of them, snarling, fighting, running. They wrap around his ribs and disappear onto his back. It’s a masterpiece of shadow and ink.

He was large and bulky and there was a dragon tattoo peeking from his shirt, it stretched out around the back of his neck. Asher had studied whatever he could find about the Dark Wolves, and one of the things he knew about them was that as soon as they came of age, they would get a dragon tattoo. No one was really sure why they did this, since the Dragons were considered their biggest enemy, even more so than the Vampires. It was said that the Dark Wolves hated the Dragons so much due to their incredible strength, they were afraid that the Dragons might be the side to take over the world at one point and they would be too weak to stop them. So they devised a technique of attacking the Dragon

The dragon fought against Drago’s steady dive into the ground, Drago flicked out a knife and rammed it into the dragon’s head, its skin was too thick to cause any internal damage, but it caused the Dragon to roar in pain and obey its commander to descend. The members of Divine Victory watched in awe as the dragon dove towards them, Drykator stepped forward as the COG began falling back to escape from surely being crushed. “What’s he doing? " Drykator glanced behind him then he realised, throwing his tired body to grab Warren from the wall he threw them both to the ground out of the way causing a cloud of dust. The Dragon crashed onto the ledge with incredible force, its wing clipping Krona t

"Firstly, my name isn't MYSTERIOUS GUY, my name is Damon Draco. Secondly, this doesn't look like your domain, thirdly, I didn't trick you to come here. Think of it, you came by your own wish, in better word's, you brought me here and that's why I call the shots wherever I go. "Guys....RUN." Drake screamed and they took to their heels. "Not so fast." I said. I ran after Drake and jabbed him from behind and he fell unconscious or maybe DEAD. The other two came lurging forward to attack , but I was more than ready for this. Setting myself in a defensive position, I waited for them to get closer. One of them lurged forward speedily with curled fists aiming for my head, but opps I ducked, making

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

On the other side , the portal started to shine and the purple color slowly vanished until it became as transparent as a mirror reflection of Diego's image . " What is going on ? " said Diego even more confused . The mirror image disappeared too and the image of the dragon king showed inside the portal . " .....Dragon king ! " said prince Diego . Damien was wearing a mask and Diego couldn't see the smirk on his face but he could clearly feel the terrifying aura that surrounded him . The darkness and the burning flames of hate around him made him the people who had come with Diego having difficulties in breathing .The special guards that Diego took with him were warned beforehand that they w

It was his only source to keep up the façade of being the fiercest dragon on this side of the mountain. “All warriors and elders, gather in the meeting hall!” Adam thundered as he drank the last bit of the flask. His body strengthens in an instant, his dragon roaring loudly in his chest. His dragon wanted blood, and it didn’t matter who. He was going to kill someone this night, and he was hoping it would be Creed.