Dragon Marked War God Wiki Novels & Stories

From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike. The prophecy speaks of a time when Usha’s light would return, not merely as dawn, but embodied in the world once more, guiding the reincarnation of Durga. But the battle requires more than divine wrath. To triumph, Durga must ride a weretiger, a creature born of both human cunning and animal strength, embodying the primal power of Usha herself. Only such a bond can defeat the demon forever.

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

It wasn't the reflection of the lamplight, Drake's eyes had completely changed color and were shining. "Us? What do you mean?" “Why would the Dark Elves want you? Why did the Moon Goddess bless you? And obviously... How did you get the dragon mark? We have a lot to talk about, June," Drake replied. “Moon Goddess? Dragon mark? Please explain! I don't understand a single thing you're talking about!” exclaimed June frustrated. Drake suddenly stood straight in front of June. "Let me show you," said Drake. Suddenly Drake's eyes turned golden, his handsome face turned into golden scales that covered most of his face down to his neck. Drake took off his shirt and how surprised June was when he saw

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

Governor Victor said, "The Mad Dragon Sacred Sword is a Rank 4 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters." ... Hearing this, Lucas secretly smiled. Although Rank 4 Ultimate King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters were very strong, he could still fight with them after integrating with the Apocalyptic Legion.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator’s soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

Her legs went rubbery, and she fell to the ground. Dominator grabbed her hair and lifted her off the ground. “My patience is limited. I’ll count to three. If you don’t tell me where he is, don’t blame me for what happens next.” “One. “Two.” His voice echoed in the cavern. “Let her go.” Everyone quickly turned around. More than twenty flashlights were pointed at James. James slowly walked down from the boulder and approached the mercenaries. They held their weapons tightly as they slowly backed away. This was the Black Dragon, the War God of Sol.

Alon added, “Additionally, the dragon-carved commander stamp is made of black gold, which is more precious than gold. The whole commander stamp is painted black, so it looks icy cool!” There was a thud as Trevor accidentally touched the beer bottle on the table. He gulped. He looked at the “fake commander stamp” on the table fearfully and had a foreboding sense. “Mr. Fuller, what are you trying to say?” Alon picked up the black gold commander stamp and expressionlessly said, “What I'm trying to tell you is that the black gold commander stamp symbolizes the new God of War's noble position. Meanwhile, you made the God of War eat your leftovers?

Marcus grinned in return. “You’re not my type,” he said, and Drake held his hand to his chest in mock upset. “Okay, so how are you a divine warrior, then?” Elias asked and Brighid made a hmm noise. Drake glanced at her and then back at us. “Hard to say really,” he said, “But I am the first-” “And last,” Brighid cut in, which earned her a scowl from Drake. “The only,” Drake emphasised, “Male Divine Warrior in known history,” he finished in a proud tone.