Dragon Marked War God Wiki Novels & Stories

‘A fire Whip’ Draco was watching Marduktema coldly who only had aggressive look on her wrinkled and blood covered face ‘AAAAAHhgggg…..…… AAAAAHhgggg …..’ Marduktema roared and pulled her both hands up and showed his blade sharp elongated disgusting finger nails, she opened her mouth equal to my entire arm and gave out a loud roar ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggg…..’ and immediately marched towards Draco who himself was having killing intention in his eyes.

The doors swung open and speaking of sick bastards, the man that brought darkness to this world, the man that invoked Herega the goddess of storms and first born of dradror the embodiment and deity of chaos, lord marxis tregroff the first. Somehow regron knew that if given the chance, marxis would find a way to raise Drador himself and finally upsetting the balance of the divinities illummino and drador which the creator did. Marxis turned from the woman that was lying on his bed to face regron who saw what he'd been doing, a pregnant woman lay on his bed with her belly slit open and the foetus outside. Regron finally understood why the goddess chose Marxis as her protege, he was bloody, no

It went bankrupt and was liquidated overnight. Velda received a suspended sentence for harboring a fugitive, but her life was already in ruins. She became Hyporion's biggest laughingstock who'd fallen from her pedestal. I felt nothing for her. More than once, she'd tried to send the remaining money from her liquidated assets to Piper as compensation, but I returned every single dollar with interest. Her atonements meant nothing to me anyway. … One day, Apex Draconic Technologies was in a high-stakes bidding war for a foreign project against the Somersets, one of the most influential families in Hyporion. They were an old-money family with deep pockets, connections, and ruthless tactics.

Their scales gleamed like gemstones under moonlight, black, gold, crimson, and silver. The largest dragon lowered its head, its molten eyes meeting mine. “Lord Metatron,” Drakar rumbled, “.I can see that you have finally opened the closed portal, as expected of our dragon lord”. “Yes,” I said firmly. “This matter is very serious and must be taken seriously, I won't let Ariel or her acquaintances win.” The dragon’s voice was deep as thunder. “Will the Goddess guide us this time?” “She has given her blessing,” I said. “When the time comes, we will fight not for power, but for life itself.”

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

Titania the Regal watched as Tadhg Walter spoke. When Tadhg Walter heard it, he understood what was going on, Dragon King for the sake of fairness in general, even if he was a Disciple as a disciple, he could not avoid this God World war, could he have good luck? If he got hit, maybe he saw his legs are broken, and because the Dragon King has made a few merits, so it's a bit condescending.

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

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was

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.