Dragon Sin Of Wrath Novels & Stories

I struggled, the warmth bloomed and I groaned as a harsh shiver rocked through me, fighting against the warmth. "What're you doing to her!" Xavier shouted. "He's not doing this." Dane's voice was deep and dark. "We have to get her back home." I was lifted. "She's not safe here." "Safe from who!" Xavier growled, angry. "Veron." The name threw me into the darkness. Scales and claws and fire. The first stain I ever experienced of greed and lust. The dragon who killed Silvena when she refused him, trying to return to her Triad.

The dragon fought against Drago’s steady dive into the ground, Drago flicked out a knife and rammed it into the dragon’s head, its skin was too thick to cause any internal damage, but it caused the Dragon to roar in pain and obey its commander to descend. The members of Divine Victory watched in awe as the dragon dove towards them, Drykator stepped forward as the COG began falling back to escape from surely being crushed. “What’s he doing? " Drykator glanced behind him then he realised, throwing his tired body to grab Warren from the wall he threw them both to the ground out of the way causing a cloud of dust. The Dragon crashed onto the ledge with incredible force, its wing clipping Krona t

I never knew there was another one of my kind. A crimson red Dragon is the strongest. Instantly, it hit me that that must be the Dragon Lord. Indeed my father. I haven't known him but was already filled with respect for him. He was fearless. Roughly fifty werewolves were hanging on his wings as he struggled, flying high to shake them off. I noticed other silver and gold dragons at the entrance, trying to prevent any werewolf from entering but they were being overpowered.

“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

“W-what do you mean?” “You do understand that you are bound to me, right?” “A-and?” “I can sense your emotions… And right now, all I can feel from you is anger, the thirst for revenge against the people who wronged you. And I can make that happen, Olivia. I can help you with that revenge. I am Azazel, the Demon Prince of Wrath… I am exactly the power you will need.”

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.

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

I released a ragged breath, a tear escaping my left eye. "I. Said. Beg for it witch." His eyes reflected a dark shade of red, sending heat signals all over my body. I felt like a werewolf and he was my mate. He is the hunter and I'm the pray. But in the case he is a dragon and I am a witch... what an unlikely alliance we have. He rubbed my clitoris vigorously, his finger moving so fast... from tiny clitoris to the opening of my cunt, causing a higher frequency of lust and pleasure to arise in my body.

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.