Dragon Soilder Novels & Stories

“You’re heartrate didn’t increase once, you never once felt under pressure. It’s a great soldier that can remain calm in the face of death.” “I’ve been trained well.” Sorin’s compliments were welcome but it felt like more than that when he had said it. Five teams managed to reach the fifth building but none of them were able to slay the dragon. All in all Dorin seemed happy with their progress because honestly most of them had never fought a vampire or a wolf. Fighting a dragon seemed so far-fetched to most of them that they had no idea what to do with it.

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

Draco monstrous Dragon successfully made few solider peed their trousers and runaway however there were still few who were seeking their death, because they hurriedly marched on him with their swords and spear. Draco was weak because of witchbone but still he breath out a horrendous fire wave that burned several solider alive, but still King army was surprisingly large, Jasmine kept her eyes at gate from where solider after solider kept coming in and started fighting with Draco. Draco was powerful dragon man but his dragon was now weak, also King solider army were too much in number to fight, seeing which “Heey… King Erlenduris, open me” Jasmine whistle and order her summoned soul and very n

He was in a fight with a dragon prince, all he needed was a distraction and today fate was on his side. The men were pressing Raisel and although she was holding her own, she was having a harder time doing so as the men pressed on. “Kill her off!”, Votigern barked with a sly smile. And at that moment Dragomir turned to Raisel then Votigern made his hit, he plugged the blade through Dragomir’s heart. The blade he had recovered from the blacksmith’s shop in Avalon, the blade he had recognized as the blade forged of a thousand dragon breaths, the only blade capable of piercing through a dragon’s thick impenetrable skin, the blade capable of causing great damage to a dragon in human form, the bl

He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.

He turned his body into a sea of fire and charged at the tall elder, his body then compressed into a Red Dragon Snake and wrapped himself around the elder who had already started forming a stone armor around his body using gravel. He opened his large mouth and spewed out of his fangs, a stream of hot plasma on the elder. It took seconds for the elder to melt from the head down. When Saxon's assault on the elder ended, nothing was left behind. He roared into the sky and launched at the second elder who was seconds away from breaking out of the Draconic Cobra King remnant spirit's grip.

His physical strength at that moment had reached something beyond human. The Dragon's Cyclone's strongest move, Dragon's Might, was blocked effortlessly by the totem on his chest, but the backlash was brutal. That was why Andrew said there was only one true dragon in this world, the Divine Dragon of Etharia. Waylon had made his name as a legendary master, no doubt among the best of his generation. However, his martial roots could never erase their origin from Holtrien. In truth, he had been the one with the deepest understanding of Holtrien martial arts, and his genius led him to create something remarkable.

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys. Bynjym screams angrily and a bronze dragon, Vyctyr, who is closest to the turret where the harpoon is located, flies down, snatching the soldier manning the harpoon into his mouth and swallowing him whole. I know from experience that the dragon will vomit up the steal of the soldier’s uniform later.

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.