Dragon's Sin Of Wrath Novels & Stories

“We are winning and I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine. This is my rightful place, and my disciples deserves to fest and bathe with these humans’ blood.” “There is no place for your evilness and your traitor disciples in here. Just like your father, a traitor, selfish, and hunger of power. You deserve to be drift in the River of Death, Daemon!” Because of Lord Daemon's anger when he heard Keiynan's words, he drew strong fire from his two hands and threw it at the standing statue of the king, standing on the left and central part of the place. “I will take the thrown and the victory will always be mine. I have waited a long time for this moment to come, and I won’t let you take it from me

His cold eyes turned to lavender as he said to Fennel sinisterly, “Today will mark your death! Your sister died in my hands and so will you! I’ll take your red dragon kingship power!” Fennel was full of anger. His eyes instantly turned red, and the red dragon halberd appeared in his hand! Dragon growls resounded throughout the venue. “All of you are sinners. I want to kill all of you with my own hands to avenge my sister!” Fennel roared solemnly, and the killing intent in the corner of his eyes could no longer be suppressed! Boom! Abruptly, two red and purple figures quickly collided in the sky like two streaks of light!

“To the dungeon! Lock him up! He needs to be taught a lesson he’ll never forget!” Warriors stepped forward, their movements sharp, but Reid’s defiance flared like a cornered wolf. His face twisted, his lips curling into a snarl. “Don’t you dare come close to me!” he barked, his voice ragged with fury. His hand shot to his belt, and in one swift motion, a dagger gleamed in his grip. The firelight caught the blade, casting a wicked shimmer across the horrified faces around us. “You’ll regret this if you try me,” he spat, circling like a predator. “Stay back unless you want to die!”

Next was Prime Evans who transformed with a tornado of inky blackness to reveal a huge black dragon that pierced the night with its sub-sonic screech as it lifted into the air and joined the fire dragon in its hovering. Frank stepped away from Dean, he appeared a little more steady of his feet now, and in a blast of ice and snow the white scaled dragon stood before him and bowed its neck, dropping a front leg beneath itself so that Dean could climb upon its shoulder and nestle himself securely at the base of its neck between two large spikes. "You can ride them!" Aria blurted out, excited. "Well, you can...but I wouldn't try it uninvited." Abram said amused.

Peter, who had been hiding nearby, suddenly charged out holding a wooden sword and shouted, "Die, demon!" He leaped forward and thrust toward the Temptress. It let out an angry roar and spewed black smoke from its mouth. Peter quickly covered his nose and mouth, swinging his sword to disperse the smoke. Gus and Peter constantly changed their formations and incantations, sending charm after charm flying toward the Temptress like meteors.

The sight of their blood staining the ground, the sound of their pleas for mercy echoing in her ears, forced Sin to confront the brutality of the Emberfangs' ways. She had been forced to choose between her loyalty to the Emberfangs and her own moral code. The decision was agonizing, tearing at the very fabric of her being. In the heat of the battle, she turned against Varkas, her blade clashing with his in a desperate bid to stop the slaughter. The fight was fierce, each strike fueled by years of pent-up resentment and a newfound resolve to stand for what was right.

“Don’t confuse matters. Jenny and her children have nothing to do with what’s between us. Be clear about this: if you go near her, you’ll understand what true wrath means.” A shiver ran down Olivia’s spine, but she refused to back down. Instead, her voice broke, yet carried a defiant edge. “Wrath? You speak of wrath as though you haven’t left a fire burning inside me for years! You’ve turned me into a hollow woman, Dragon, and you know it.” He suddenly let go of her arm as if her touch had become unbearable. Stepping back, he continued to look at her with the same unyielding resolve. “You brought this upon yourself, Olivia. Don’t blame anyone else.”

I went over and sat in the chair beside the king, "I wanted to know what's different about me now. What will happen to me now that I'm a pink eye dragon?" "There's no need to be concerned. You being a pink eye dragon is a good thing. Dragons with our eyes are incredibly rare. We're only born naturally once in every other generation. And as for what's different about you, you're now much stronger than you were before. For starters, now your eyes and fully awakened, you should be able to use all your innate mana now. All pink eye dragons have 5x the normal amount of innate mana." "Does that mean I'm now capable of using level 10 magic instead of level 8?"

I rarely use the one atop the human tower, but for some reason it's what draws me now. I call the magic and feel the thrill as the power runs through my blood. My dragon bursts from my flesh and the silver in my wings casts colorful light as it reflects off the two moons. There is no one here to praise my beauty, but it matters not. I am the last of the silver dragons and that is the reason I am forever damned. My anger at this unfairness sparks, so I pull it in and bury it with all the other heartbreak I carry.

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.