Dragon's Sin Of Wrath นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Pale green eyes—familiar in their intensity despite their reptilian shape—fix on Sorin with murderous intent. Before I can react, the dragon opens its jaws and unleashes a torrent of blue-white fire directly at Sorin. The dragonfire collides with my light shield, not fighting it but merging, amplifying, transforming the energy into something new and devastating. The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force.

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.

He had always thought the beasts like Tao Tie (mythological beast of gluttony), Suan Ni (legendary feline progeny of the dragon), and Tao Wu (mythological beast of recklessness and stubbornness) as mere figments of imagination. "This is Dragon's Wrath. A weapon forged by my father's own hands and it is so hallowed that all evil cowers in sight of it," revealed Emperor Ao, his voice deep with nostalgia, "It was a gift from my father for my coming-of-age and I have proven myself worthy of this weapon by slaying Tao Wu during its infantile stage and sealed its soul into this weapon." Chu Xun listened quietly. Dragon's Wrath – incur a dragon's wrath and one could only abandon all hope for surviv

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

“LETS SEE YOU TRY!” The sword that Daniel held in his hand appeared, as if from thin air. His feet lifted off the ground as he swung it at Wrath. Lust screamed as she realized that Wrath was cut from his shoulder to his hip. The wound singed as his torso slid off the rest of his body. Daniel laughed as the body evaporated. Sins don’t bleed, they don’t really die. The only way to actually kill a Sin is to kill them in Hell. “I guess it's back to hell with you, huh.” Daniel said. “And on that note stay out of my way or that,” he pointed to the scorch mark on the cement where Wrath's body lay. “will be you.”

Elara’s silver light spiraled through the air, coiling around the dragon king, merging with his fire, creating a cyclone of molten gold and shimmering silver that struck Malakar directly. The shadow lord screamed as the combined force of dragon and healer struck him. His magic fractured, the beasts and shadows he commanded collapsing into ash. Malakar’s body twisted in fury and fear as the final wave of energy engulfed him. With a deafening roar, Verath released the full extent of his dragon power, molten flames consuming the darkness, until nothing remained but silence and smoke.

I feel my eyes glowing and my hair is floating, my flames consume my body, making heat lick my skin, my identity forgotten in the wind. Anger and grief consume me, Sapphires bloodlust not helping. I tear into witches with my clawed hands, blood oozing out of their wounds. One after another they fall. They throw everything they have at me, dragon bane laced daggers, fireballs and electric shocks. Nothing does anything to stop me. Like an invisible force field around me I keep killing anyone in my path. “Give up already, you beast!” One of the warlocks yells. “You will die no matter what, but maybe we’ll spare your friends. You’re out numbered!” When he spoke of Creed and Raya something inside

But the man was rough, another laughing about how much fun it is when they fight. If I wasn't already angry, watching the way they gripped her hard enough to bruise her arms pissed me off to no end as I gritted my teeth, a newfound hatred brewing inside me. Hatred aching to teach them a lesson. The dragon within me twisted, releasing a growl from my lips. The beast longed to pull the petite doe-eyed woman behind me. To protect her from anyone who would try to harm her. I couldn't fucking help it. It was just who I was.

“Oh, my god…” The Dragon picks his pace pulling the chains that's got my nipples trapped. “Keep those eyes on me and whatever you do don't make a sound,” How can I possibly not make a sound when he's teasing my clit and finger-fucking me right now? As damn good as I'm feeling I bite back my moans and focus my gaze on his blue eyes that are still icy with anger. “If you hate Virgins so much then why are you still doing this to me?” My voice was normal until the end when I half moaned out the rest of my sentence and the dragon didn't look pleased that I even spoke at all.