Dragon Son-in-law God Of War นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked at me, looked himself, his arms stretched to me, unsure what to do… “Breathe my son, breathe…In.. and Out.”.. I touched his chest and shared life magic with him. With that he bent over and took a deep breath. The blood started spilling out of him creating a pool and when it reached me, it retracted back… Still on his knees, unable to move, I walked over to him. .. “Rise my son, rise Kal, My First Son, First Dragon King”.

They solidified their dominates during this period of chaos, as they spread terror of the high-grade warriors throughout the planet. Every child on the planet grew up knowing the strength and terror of the big 5 including the prestige and strength of their high-grade warriors. When Kalen and Aledos had their breakthrough, they were ecstatic. It was a dream come true for them. They rejoiced to be among the 5% who could breakthrough. Throughout the rest of the day, they both excitedly discussed the Confederate States of America and its most powerful high-grade warrior Alexander the Great. **************************************************************** That night Kalen have a very weird but sa

Every gesture, every whispered word, he cataloged in his mind with cold precision. This was exactly what Mahisar had warned him about: the return of Durga, the Goddess Warrior, here to reclaim her power. To him, it was not a blessing but a threat, a harbinger of a world turned upside down—where men would be subjugated, obsolete, their strength irrelevant. The two inside, so absorbed in their awe and devotion, had no inkling of the force they had awakened. They didn’t know who she really was. And Danny intended to be ready for what came next.

It wasn't a strike. It was a judgment. Kal turned toward the light, eyes wide, and for the first time since his return, he stepped back. “No! I am the God of Darkness! I cant be defeated just like this…” Liam grabbed Kal’s wrist mid-swing “You were never a god.” And Elena brought the sceptre down. A column of divine fire formed a shape of a dragon, golden white and endless, poured onto Kal with force. He screamed, his form unravelling, burning, breaking. Shadows poured from his mouth as he howled, not in rage now, but agony.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

When his eyes met mine, he looked away quickly. Guilt. Something was wrong. Vania woke slowly. When she learned she was pregnant, her hand flew to her belly. For just an instant, panic flickered across her eyes. Then she smiled. A wide, triumphant smile. This was not right. Before I could think further, Drakon's voice thundered through the hall. "The gods favor me!" he roared. "I will father a golden dragon!" King Theron was overjoyed. He ordered chests of the finest treasures sent to the Crown Prince's chambers.

​The voice did not use words, but the meaning crashed against my consciousness with the force of a tidal wave. The water around me boiled instantly, turning from freezing cold to scorching heat. A pair of colossal, glowing amber eyes opened in the abyssal dark above the basin, each eye larger than a carriage, burning with an unquenchable fire that illuminated towering scales of obsidian and gold. ​It was Ignis, the Dragon Emperor, sealed away in the darkest prison of the world for epochs. ​Instantly, the ancient beast released a fraction of its true aura, projecting a crushing wave of spiritual pressure designed to grind any intruder's mind into nothingness.

"There are only two god of wars in the world and the two men are my sons. I had to volunteer to be amidst the spies sent to you so I can use the medium to expose these secret to you. Don't fight with your brother, please." "I don't have a brother. I don't have parents either," Derrick said. He would never believe the nonsense coming out of the old woman's mouth. "Plus who is Aurora Island god of war to think he can tell me whom to marry? So marrying Donna will stop the fight? Never!" Derrick said determinedly.

He fucking left her in the fucking freaking alter on their wedding day! Meanwhile, Otani on the other hand was getting bored since Diana left so, he decided to take a stroll, behind him was Oman. Oman, his personal assistant always follows him anywhere he goes....to ensure he is protected. He swore allegiance to his father, Jason, mega Island god of War to protect his son. He was in his late 60's but still agile enough to perfect his role as the god of war of mega Island. Same mega Island that is alluring sterling city for war. Otani didn't know of the possible war that would break out.

All of a sudden, his eyes lit up as he spoke, “Master, so what you meant was, since that Fane fellow shares quite the unique relationship with Lana, all we need to do is butter up to Fane. This, in turn, would be an indirect way of flattering the God of War. Thus, if the God of War only grants our Drake family her blessing in the future, wouldn’t this make our business more stable?” James nodded slowly and replied, “Yes. That little brat was able to sit in the same plane with Lana when they returned. All we need to do is help Fane, since that would mean we’re also wooing Lana!” “Bravo, Master!” The nickname for the middle-aged man was called Spectre Face, and he happened to be one of the Thr