Dragon-marked War God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Not just any visitor, the God of War himself. The hall was prepared for the arrival of the God of War—Lucien Kael, Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. The name alone had silenced even the noisiest warriors. Lucien wasn’t a man. He was a myth and death wrapped in skin. Stories whispered of him were soaked in blood and fear. It was said that he owned nothing and no one but took everything he desired. Anana barely had the strength to care. Her body was failing, and her heart was already in ruins.

Blow a cold breath on the already wet pussy, and place his tongue flat on my heart. "Keep your arms up" I listened to him when he started licking all my juices and lightly collecting the clitoris in his mouth, sucking for my dear life I was groaning about from pregnancy. Guards might have heard me down the stairs, but I couldn't stop it. Dragon spelled his name along my skin, sucking my thigh. Dragon used his teeth to mark the inside of my thigh. "This pussy just belongs to me" and I could only grumble about his name so he gave me a satisfied hum that sent vibrations along my body.

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.

“Death, destruction, and betrayal. You claim to seek order, but your methods create chaos.” Draven’s fists slammed onto the table, the sound echoing through the hall. “You think you’re different?” he demanded. “Your precious ideals won’t save you when the Dominion razes your stronghold and slaughters your people. I’m offering you a chance to survive—to win.” Rayka stood, her chair scraping against the stone floor. “We don’t measure victory by survival alone,” she said. “If you truly seek unity, prove it. Stand with us against the Dominion and the Order without demanding submission.”

“Good. You’re a dragon and thus, very powerful. Become one of my demons and serve under me as my second in command. I need demons who can help me guard my territory.” My stomach churned at the thought of becoming one of those hideous beasts with horns. I have the most beautiful golden dragon in the celestial realm... how can I do this to my beast? “The offer won’t be on the table for long former god of war. Decide on the count of three or the deal is off. One, two—” “I accept.” I blurted out, anger bubbling up within me at being called the former god of war. This deal will just be temporary anyway. I’ll return to my usual self once again once I find Helia.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Eva nodded in appreciation, “I know you have things to do, so please, come sit. There is something I need to tell you about.” We all sat in her living room and she continued, “There is another Dark Warlock who is watching you. He is not related to Dune, but he lost his father in your war. He just wants to talk to you, but do not trust him. Don’t drink anything around him. Don’t let him touch you and make sure you start using your body double again. This man is cunning. He prefers the sneaky approach.” I sighed, “Am I ever going to be done with them?” She shrugged, “You will, you just have this last one, as far I can tell.” I asked, “So how can I draw him out and get him to engage?” She shrug

He was to be the first man to claim her "Are you sure you want this," Vador asked. "Yes I do," Ava replied almost pleading. "Okay. Tell me if it hurts," he said before sinking his teeth into her hand.Her blood tasted so good,Aiden wanted more but after sensing Ava's weakness he stopped sucking from her.Giving her a soft kiss on her neck,he smiled.He had marked her and it looked beautiful,it was the mark of the gem that was created on her hand. Carrying her gently,he laid her on the bed as she was already asleep.

They started trembling all over. "T-They… They're immortals from the Novem Skies! I was taking revenge for us!" Drako explained. He had no idea why Isolde and Sylvara were angry. He took out the wyvern tattoo that had been carved from my waist, along with Noctis' Soul Gem. He held them out before the two women like he was offering them some kind of precious treasure. "Look, Lady Brimstone! Didn't you always praise the wyvern tattoo on Lucien's waist? The moment I captured him, I carved it right off!