Novel & Cerita Dragon Soilder

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

Together they rolled around, fists flying as they pummeled each other. The ginger warrior watched her mate battle with his former friend and it hurt her heart to see him have to kill the very person that he had trusted all of those years. Poor Zarek, the proud and strong Dragon King, forced to kill his only family.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose)

"Hmph!" Logan's expression remained stoic as he advanced, radiating with a greenish-golden brilliance. His golden flames blazed, giving him an almost god-like appearance. The final battle commenced. This time, Saint Dragon fought desperately, employing every technique, including forbidden ones. He activated his Lightning Body and conjured up Heavenly Verdict with a surging aura. Undeterred, Logan hurled a punch. His brilliant Godly Body, adorned with blood runes, rendered him impervious to all techniques. Taking ten consecutive steps, he threw ten punches, shattered seven weapons, and swatted one away.

At this point, she was sure the dragon was in control,but as suddenly as he changed, Drago came back to himself. “He will not hurt you,” he whispered in her ear,”he just wants to enjoy his mate.” “Mmm,” Madchen moaned and all her inhibitions dissipated like a mist into the night. Drago wasted no time as he sat up, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and pecs.He pulled her up with him. They were chest to chest now,Madchen completely absorbed in the bliss that was Drago, her sexy onyx dragon. Suddenly, his lips claimed hers with a fiery passion, demanding entrance to her delicious mouth with his tongue. Madchen Allowed it, letting him lead as he explored her mouth. Soon

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Dhari lunged towards Drake with his sword drawn. Drake was not expecting that. Dhari managed to catch Drake off guard, and as a result Drake now has a gash on the left side of his chest. The injury is deep and blood started to drip from the wound, and his dark blue shirt became darker. But what Dhari doesn't know is that Drake is a dragon, and he can heal within minutes. Dhari thought the wound would distract Drake for a minute, giving him a chance to escape. But to his shock, Drake didn't even blink despite being injured.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

He was just a twenty-year-old boy in a soot-stained tactical suit, exhausted to the marrow of his bones. I am just a man, Tristan thought, a profound sense of vertigo washing over him. I toppled the strongest fortress in the Western Reach with nothing but a bluff, a flare, and a pirate’s detonator. And her. He turned his head. Saoirse stood by the viewport, the morning sun catching the silver strands of her hair, turning them into threads of spun light. Her red leathers were scuffed, her breathing slow and measured as she gazed out over the harbor. Even standing still, she radiated an aura of untamed power. She was the Dragon. The last of a mythic lineage.

He yawned once more and closed his eyes for a nap. He was rudely shaken awake a few hours later. Kronos's eyes shot open to see a village soldier standing over him, contempt in his eyes. He wore the dress uniform of the Sintar Dragon Tribe. A jet black and scarlet silk jacket with golden trim, white cotton long sleeved button dress shirt, jet black silk dress pants tucked over fine brown leather boots. His blue bandanna signified his superior ranking to Kronos. Flustered, Kronos scrambled to his feet and bowed at the waist to show respect.