Dragon-marked War God Novels & Stories

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

His fists rested against the edge of the stone table as crimson markers moved along the border lines like drops of blood. Beside him stood his general — a tall, lean warrior named Kaelith. Loyal to the flame, forged in dragonfire. “We’ve held off the northern covens for a decade,” Kaelith said grimly. “But this time, they’ve aligned with the vampires. We can’t push both forces back unless—” “Unless what?” Drakonios snapped. “Unless you return to the skies,” Kaelith said, voice low but steady. “Unless the Omni Draco rises again.”

When she went to the temple, she received a special mark. It has two dragons. A fire dragon going up and a water dragon going down. Odin’s mark in the middle. When I agreed, I did not realize that she would be getting two mates. I watched them as they were raised together as brothers. They are decent men or had been until my daughter came into their lives. The fire dragon is obsessed with finding the woman with his mark and refuses to believe that he has already found her. Meanwhile, the water dragon is smarter and senses their mate. I would love to beat some sense into both of them.

Those less informed thought a war was imminent. The Battle Dragon Troops’ morale reached its peak as they continued to chant. They were all soldiers handpicked by Draco himself, so they knew him as the strongest general under the God of War. They too admired and respected the legendary God of War and when they learned that they would be going into battle with him, they got excited. They swore to perform their best in front of the man to appeal to him. Draco nodded in satisfaction at his men’s confidence and morale. … Sunrise City.

His hands, steady yet filled with an otherworldly energy, traced intricate patterns in the air as he summoned the essence of ancient powers. With deliberate reverence, Zephyr made his offering—an item of significance, perhaps a relic from ages past—placing it ceremoniously within the flames. He then reached for a shimmering, ornate dagger, its blade pulsating with an ethereal aura. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew the blade across his palm, a luminous arc trailing in its wake. A few drops of his blood sizzled as they made contact with the searing heat of the fire, releasing an acrid scent that mingled with the incense. As the room crackled with arcane energy, a presence began to manif

With a long roar, its claws locked onto Zephyr Khan again without any resistance. "Nine Netherbird, I will treat you as someone who has been sealed in this place like me. Hence, I have never attacked you. However, it is best that you do not go overboard. You only have one soul. If you suffer even the slightest injury, you will be doomed eternally... get lost!" On the dragon claw, a supreme power suddenly exploded and directly knocked out the Nine Netherbird's soul. "Thunder!" "The Mark of the War of Wind!"

War-ro". "Moros, son of Nyx, god of Doom. I summon thee!" Immediately after the incantation, another figure appeared, male, tall, short dark hair and with a strange tattoo covering the area around his eyes. "Kratos, the brutal! Show yourself!" Lightning flashed then out of it stood a buffed up and heavily toned man with rippling muscles showing all over his bare upper body. He was bald and had a thick beard. "Stheno and Euryale, Gorgon sisters! Heed to your master's calling!"

“The man who leads these attacks isn’t just another rogue. He is Marcus Draco. My father.” Gasps rippled through the room, followed by mutters and scowls. They looked at me as if I’d confessed to carrying poison in my veins. “Yes,” I said before they could twist it further. “He bred me. He cursed me by existing. And now he is hunting me, hunting my pups, and using your pack as the battlefield. Do you think ordinary warriors can stand against him? Do you think he fights fair?” I let the words hang, sharp and heavy.

What he saw left him frozen in shock. At the center of the sea of soldiers, a brilliant beam of light shot into the sky and exploded overhead. A magnificent golden dragon materialized above the Western Forces. The golden dragon was lifelike and awe-inspiring. Its claws extended mightily as the dragon coiled in the heavens. It was a magnificent symbol of authority, a radiant totem. Gary trembled uncontrollably. His face was filled with disbelief, and his injuries and pain were momentarily forgotten. “The Dragon Warlord Totem! It’s impossible!” he cried and coughed up more blood.

“Even so, when I get out of hell, I want to stay out. We will be overthrowing the dragons from their rule “new flame” or not. If you must fuck the girl, don’t let it get in the way of our end goal, Drake.” Drake growled, then decided to change the subject. If Cinder kept talking about Willow this way, Drake knew he would snap at his father. Two high powered demons clashing is not something to take lightly. With Cinder being a deity himself, that would make Drake part demon deity and part werewolf/human. No one understands how interracial breeding works