Dragon Sin Of Wrath Novels & Stories

He specialises in torture, is a vampire / wolf hybrid, and runs the Irish Mob out in Boston. Dante Rios, Alpha Dragon shifter based out in Vegas. He’s head of the Duskfall Syndicate, and every bit as deadly as you can imagine. Don’t venture into the desert at night, because rumour has it, he can’t control his own beast. Little do they know, he likes not being in control.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

With the demon dragon weakened, the friends saw their chance to deliver the final blow. Marcus, his werewolf from pulsating with lunar energy, channeled his strength into one final, devastating attack. He lunged at the dragon's exposed belly, sinking his fangs deep into its vulnerable flesh. Derek, his vampire powers surging to their peak, infused his claws with shadow magic. He leaped onto the dragon's back once more, raking his claws across its spine with unmatched ferocity. The dragon's roars echoed through the town, a symphony of pain and defeat.

shouted Leonard with eyes brimming with hatred. "I was not involved in that incident!" Draco exclaimed. “But the dragons are involved! They cut off my mother's head and ripped out her heart! I saw it myself. So I vowed to do the same to the dragons. To you, Dragon Prince! You are the Dragon Prince with a golden heart, the most special dragon among all dragons. You are the most appropriate target to pay for all the dragon's sins in the past! And, humans, elves, dwarves? They are just demon-beast food!” said Leonard while laughing like a madman.

His dragon shattered. Dante’s dragon, Drayon, flared up in anger. He took over from a shocked Dante and furiously lashed out, “We have been only with YOU. How dare you accuse us of infidelity ! And we are not using you. We are loving you. Dante has been with only one man and that is YOU. How dare you accuse us of something so atrocious and talk about killing yourself ! HOW FVCKING DARE YOU,” he yelled. It was a wonder that Talon slept through that yelling match too.

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

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