Dragon's Wrath Novels & Stories

I find my target, a person manning a harpoon, and I release my arrow, just as Bynjym extends his wings and blasts the soldiers with fire. I hear a harpoon launch and Bynjym banks a hard left. I nock another arrow and aim at one of the soldiers on the rampart. There may only be nine riders in our group, but our dragons can all breathe fire. I watch as several soldiers fall off the top of the castle walls in a fiery blaze, screaming until they hit the ground. The soldiers have their own formation, but having a Thunder of dragons blasting fire at you causes chaos. There are screams of agony and smoke begins billowing around the ramparts, impeding their view.

"What? What does it mean?" "It's hard to say for sure, but it might be that your dragon is getting somewhat emotionally invested." Dean scowled darkly at the doctor, glancing at Trent with a gnash of his teeth that he was hearing this. He stood up and paced away, raking his hand through his hair. "It's just me...with everything that's been going on, what with those fucking delta wolves blocking the car and Aria being guarded by them...it's pissing me off."

She charged at Aethyros again, weaving the Life Tree's energy into a solid, kinetic force. The Dragon, incensed by the interruption and the stinging memory of its ancestor's defeat, focused its entire, chaotic fury on her. “YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO BE CONSUMED, LITTLE DRUID!” A massive wave of pure, destructive chaos energy lammed toward her. Scarlett met it with a wall of emerald light, the Weaver’s pure stability opposing the Destroyer’s chaos. The two forces collided, and the air split with an ear-splitting CRACK.

he said quietly. “No,” Drakonios said, tightening the blade at his back. “This is the reckoning.” He raised his hands. And the world split open. --- The final battle lasted three days. Three days of skyfire and screaming. Of vampires leaping from towers and witches weaving spells in a frenzy of desperation. They sent thunder beasts, curse-chains, ancient gods bound in shadow. Drakonios answered with primordial force. He summoned earthquakes with a stomp. He turned the very sky into a weapon — firestorms and blinding light raining down at his will. His dragon form rose again, wings outstretched across the heavens, each flap shaking the mountains.

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 scowl at them. Tay arched his brow. “Unless I hear it from Lucius, I refuse to entertain this conversation.” Suit yourself. But when the Dragons come to kill you, don’t look at us to help you.” I cross my arms. “What do you mean?” Warren sits up. I start to pace across my spot. “The Dragons have a weapon. A poison. Designed to only kill Alpha Males. It’s delivered in the bite venom of the Dragon fighters. Once they bite you, Alphas, your Alpha blood is attacked. You can’t heal, can’t shift. Soon the poison will consume you. We can help, but out here, you’ll be dead in a matter of days.”

"You...are very courageous," Bolt hissed through gritted teeth, his expression contorting fiercely upon hearing Frederick's words. Boom, boom, boom! The sound of rumbling thunder immediately exploded through the air. Bolt was thoroughly enraged. He wanted to destroy this place, to level it to the ground, and reduce everyone to ashes to vent his anger. "Thunder Dragon! "Thunder Sea! "One Billion Volts! "Thunder's Wrath! "Ragnarok!" Bolt unleashed all the ultimate skills he had learned, stacking various powerful moves wildly. Around him, the surroundings turned chaotic.

He warned, “But he could also open up a whole new can of whoop ass on you if you get him too mad.” That was when my door crashed open and Dune yelled, “You will submit to me!” I heard Micah yell, “Sis! Keep the link open!” He took one step into the room and slipped on the ice as a tornado swept him up. What I didn’t count on, was that he was holding two silver daggers in his hand. The daggers flew out of his grip. One embedded into the wall while the other embedded in my left thigh. I silently screamed, refusing to let Dune get satisfaction from it. The problem was that I screamed aloud in the mind link. I hurried to pull the dagger out and stood on my good leg to be on guard. He continued b

Ember’s hands had gone in instinctual protection to cradle the evidence of her pregnancy and her eyes met his in shared distress. Salamen’s words had truth behind them, Samuel acknowledged to himself as he crossed to stand with Ember, putting his arm around her, but he would never let Ember know of it. “We dragons have had multiple births this season,” he told the assembled dragons. “More than every season preceding it for decades. Across multiple bloodlines. Ember is right. Whilst the corporeal forms of the Goddess and Gods have disappeared from our world, and their descendants are under attack, the fact that dragons are seeing an increase is a sign that we are meant to fight this. The time

It then stands up and shouts, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" It roars to summon a lot of great thunder to strike Alfi. It stroke Alfi, but it’s just one of his clones. Alfi then appears before it. It then sweeps its tails to sweep him. It’s another clone. Alfi uses this chance to jump in front of the heads. The dragon opens up both of its mouths to emit thunder balls. It collects a great amount of heavy thunder energy in its mouths. When it emits both of the thunder balls, those balls are merging into one fatal thunder ball. It strikes Alfi that Alfi crashing the ground and left unconscious there.