Novel & Cerita Dragon Soilder

" CLANG….. The Dragon Bell, followed by the united dragon strike, made the Azure Dragon's ancestral attack even stronger. General Kanan felt the Azure Dragon's attack becoming more serious. He used his blood sword technique and formed hundreds of swords into a shield to protect himself. BOOMMM… "Ugh!" The Azure Dragon's attack collided with General Right's defense, causing him to step back several paces. "Hahaha, such powerful strength! I like it." General Right wiped the blood from his lips and looked at the Azure Dragon with a smile. "Hey…Hey.. You're truly a battle maniac, Right General." "Hahaha, that's just who I am. Only by continuing to fight can I satisfy my desires." "Hahaha, that's

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

His hair on one side of his head was sticking straight up where he had slept on the other side, in two soft, stubborn curls that did not match the rest of him at all. "Who are you?" he said. His voice was lower than I expected. It sounded unused, rough at the edges. "Who are you?" I said back, because I could not think of anything else to say. He looked at me for a moment. His eyes did not move from mine. "I am the Dragon King," he said. The world seemed to stop. Gold lay under me. Dawn cut a thin yellow line across the mouth of the hoard where the dragon's head had been. I remembered the chains, the yellow eye, the wounded man in the corridor with the bloody knife and the slow, easy breath

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

The battle wasn't over yet. Two dragons tumbled from the roof onto the landing he and his team were ona gray one and a white one, one of the Silva dragons and the one called Piper. The Silva had a grip on Piper's silvery-white neck. "Eyes and torso!" he ordered his team. "Watch fire!" He raised his AR-15 rifle, taking careful aim for the Brazilian dragon's head, and fired again and again with marksman-like precision. The rest of the team did likewise, firing pure iron rounds into its abdomen.

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord