Novel & Cerita Dragon's Wrath

With his leg, he matched the stick and lifted it sending it flying into the air and when he caught it with his hand, he threw it at her immediately. She caught it and then the fight began, wolves of different colours and sizes attacked them, she used the stick sending them flying, her perception skills were heightened, she saw the attacks before they made them, they were many but she managed. Her eyes searched for Dragomir, in the darkness, and she realized he didn’t have a weapon with him, her heart skipped a bit, and she wondered what he was using. Then she saw him holding off his own quite well, he was surrounded by wolves but they merely growled at him, it was like they were scared to ma

Taking my finger I gently wipe her tears away, and softly kiss her forehead. “Shortly after we finished burning the remaining building the wolves finally showed up. I demanded the release of Elizabeth, and he had the nerve to tell me I was insane. They think we started the war, but we were all there we seen them kill our king. He stopped and taunted me before I fell unconscious. I felt all the pain and grief charging to the front when he kept denying his part. So I charged at him, however his father jumped in front of him instead. As he lay there dying the wolves shifted and attacked us. So we fought back. There were so many of them. Both sides had casualties, but us dragons lost more. I ref

The dragon roared while glaring daggers at Sabrina. “Human, you dare wake me up from my deep slumber!” the dragon said, and breathed a purple fire. Sabrina looked stunned when the dragon’s fire almost hit her. “I am a witch!” Sabrina yelled and released her powerful aura. The black dragon spread its wings and flapped continuously. Sabrina fought the powerful force that the black dragon formed using its wings. She could feel the ominous power of the dragon. If she’s just an ordinary witch, she has been long gone or exploded into bits because of the strong force. She has to do something before the black dragon will kill her. A smile formed on her lips upon remembering the name of the dragon.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

Drake's POV Frustration simmered within me—I couldn’t get anywhere with Opal. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her to force the answers I needed. The cold wind bit at my skin as I trudged through the snow, summoning the heat of my magic. Flames roared to life, consuming the corpses. It was the least I could do—to pay my respects, as one dragon honoring another. Even if they weren’t pure dragons, but hybrids or even just half-dragons, it didn’t matter. The fire was a rite, a farewell.

He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face forward. "It'd seem I still have a long way to go. Much of your horde still looks at me with contempt," he comments. "Dragons have been reclusive for many years now, and we are very wary of outsiders. Not to mention your kind is our natural enemy." "You're right, I suppose," he says, flashing me a broad smile. "Do not worry, they will accept you in time," I assure him, "Dragon slayers played a major part during The Fires of Alira. Much of my horde lived back in those days. Time may not heal all wounds, but understanding can."

Jennifer managed to huff as she was catching her breath. Sophia was rooted to her spot. Somehow, something inside her was telling her not to run away, but to meet these creatures. She looked upwards as her eyes followed the movements of the dragon’s silhouette. “Sophia!” Caiden hissed as they stepped back to hide behind one of the trees. Sophia put her hand to the side. “Don’t move,” she said. “And be quiet until I call to any of you.” The dragon silhouette solidified and rumbles began to outbalance them. The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth.

The next plague, The Death Dragon, an extremely dangerous being, which could reduce to nothing anything with its dark flames. The Prophets were almost extinct now, and the half-breed didn't stand a chance against it. When the Death Dragon or DD showed itself, the world started to shake and dragons emerged from the depths of the oceans, caves, forests, volcanoes and landed from the sky. The very few Prophets who still lived tried to fight DD thanks to their kindness despite how they were hunted down for their powers. Unable to defeat DD, in a desperate move, The Prophets cursed DD with a divine armor that sealed DD inside a mountain and absorbed its vital energy.

The ground was scarred with the remnants of old warding sigils, most of them dim or shattered, as though the earth itself had begun to reject them. Just beyond the crumbling perimeter, several dragon warriors were gathered in a loose circle around the crack. Each bore markings of high rank, their cloaks tattered but their auras fierce. They stood with palms outstretched, chanting in unison as brilliant runes flared and surged toward the tomb’s surface. But the crack remained untouched. No matter how many spells they cast or how much dragonfire laced the air, the breach didn’t close—it only shimmered faintly in mockery, as though feeding off their futile efforts.

I rasped. Arwan looked away, hiding his emotionless face, “Very correct, keep reading.” “In the year 1770, a war broke out between the lycanthropic dragons against the real werewolves, dark walkers, shadow creatures, and Apex predators. All with one aim, eradicating the forbidden seed” “Wow, a lot of people want me dead,” I voiced out in sadness. “Just keep reading Melonie,” Arwan scolded.