Dragon Warriors Book Novels & Stories

The worst part was that the divine realm had actually forced that protector to die, filled with complaints. “Hahaha, what can you do? Right now I’m just the soul of a dead slave. And they—they couldn’t even defeat me when this god’s true body was unleashed! Do you think you alone can defeat me? No, right? So give up and go about your business without caring about anything that’s happening!” Hearing such provocative words only made the man angrier; he opened his book right before Da Hongli and the little dragon’s eyes. Uttering a few words the little dragon couldn’t understand, the book that had previously been white turned dark—and it wasn’t just the book that changed, but the entire state o

“Or do you wish all Dwarf clans to join with you?” “The Guardians know only that a great darkness gathers to the West. The hostile races; Goblins, Trolls, Oh’kapi,” he glanced at Caulan, who nodded. “The Moran’kaar also, who were created with Dark Magic from the Shujaari people.” He couldn’t suppress a shudder. “There are magic users as well, wielding Dark Magic to aid them. As for the need for your assistance, the Dwarves are well known for their bravery and strength, and your skills as forgers of weapons are legendary. Ultimately, yes, we would be pleased to have all the clans ally with us. We approached you first, largely because your skill with Obsidian and Onyx can be of particular aid

Everyone was talking about a prophecy and he knew nothing about it. Rosalie heard the book thumping against the wall and woke up panicked. She panicked more when Asrar wasn’t beside her. She threw off the sheets and raced out to the shared living space. She knew Ryan and Avalon where in a room beside them. Exiting the room she didn’t see Asrar anywhere which worried her. She did however see the book on the floor. Quietly walking over she lifted it and frowned. This book belonged to her grandmother. She remembered her reading it to her. ‘Dragons Gem.’ Was the ancient text on the cover. It was an old leather cased book that had gotten soft over the years. Her Grandma had made a special cover t

"Well don't you think it'd be cool to meet a dragon?" "Not really," she murmurs. I roll my eyes. "Okay well I promise you'll want to meet one after this story." "Then please continue," she says with a small wiggle of her eyebrows. I grin, turning my attention back to the book. "As the world grew around them, the fire dragons became the protectors. They were the guardians of the smaller kingdoms, building their own in a ring of volcanoes that would become known as the Devil's Circle." "Dude there's a fictional kingdom named after your dad," Diana says with a dramatic gasp.

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

Chapter 179: The Final Battle Begins THORNE'S POV Blackwood Ruins looked like absolute shit even from half a mile away. I could see that ritual circle glowing green like some kind of sick nightlight, and just looking at it made my stomach turn. The whole place felt wrong, dark magic so thick in the air I could taste it. "Three thousand warriors," the Dragon King said beside me, looking way too calm for what we were about to do. "This is the largest coordinated assault in centuries."

At that moment something caught Matteo's attention in the book he picked up -he didn't even know how many he had read that night- and he exclaimed: -So this is it- with emphasis on 'this' when he saw the drawings on the two leaves of the book that told the story of women known as 'dragon shamans' who killed people for pleasure and sacrifice in the name of a shamanist god so that he would fertilize in their wombs only daughters, because if by chance a boy would be born from a union, this woman would be taken as a traitor- shaman woman who gave herself to a man- the three would be sacrificed in rituals of the pagan god. They also told Matteo, whose mind was filled with scenes of horror, that t

said Bowen. "DRAGON???" exclaimed the Dwarves almost in unison. They stopped their footsteps and stared at Bowen wide-eyed in surprise. “Dra-Dragon? Did my ear hear correctly? Dragon?" asked Benji incredulously. "Yes, Dragon." "But humans destroyed dragons in slaughter hundreds of years ago," exclaimed Benji in disbelief. “The chosen one has risen. He's the last dragon prince alive. Take a look! My armor is made of dragon scales,” said Bowen while beating the armor he was wearing.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.