Dragon Marked War God Wiki Novels & Stories

“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.

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

Not just any dragon. They were dragons too—every one of them born with wings and claws, fire in their lungs. But he was the Warlord. The King they had once feared and followed not because of birthright, but because of power. His wings could darken the sun. His roar had shattered mountain passes. They had called him king not out of respect, but survival. And they had forgotten. Until now. Sera didn’t scream. She just stood there, arms still outstretched, as if her body might shield them from a god.

"His magic is in the air too. I can taste it." Drayton steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. "I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Shinee you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal." "It's not an Immortal," Archer stresses, nudging Thorran to confirm. "A powerful Immortal isn't going to have an interest in something like this." He might. With an Alpha at least.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

A very lucky woman will catch his eye some day and that smile will light her world. We haven't heard from the Goddess since the day Drakon died. Pepper says she senses her from time to time. She stops what she's doing, tips her head back, and speaks to her offering praise and thanks. I stop whatever I'm doing and offer the same. I will never doubt that my mate has a bond with a Goddess. Pepper is dragon and incredibly special.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

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

“What happened to the dragons? Did they like, kill themselves off or something?” “That’s what some people think, but most say that the war made the dragons weak, and the ones who remained alive after the fighting retreated back to the realm of their god; Helios, the Sun God. But it has been almost two thousand years, and none have returned.” I watch Aurora as she explores the map in front of her, she shows genuine interest in learning about our world and its inhabitants.

He snorted, “Obviously no. Draven? No, that’s yours. Dra- “Drakara.” His eyes lit up. “Yes. That’s it. Why do you ask?” Kael’s hands tightened around the moth-eaten scroll as he read it one more time just to be sure. DRAKARA—descendant of the dragon gods. The return of the dragon and a name marked in every prophecy of old. As usual, he was right again, and if he was sure of anything this time, he would say he fears magic might be involved. His head jerked up, handing over the scroll to his beta.