Drakon Of The Seven Armies Novels & Stories

Severin smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, this is Darshia, and Darshia is also known as Dracodom. Do you know why that is?" "Humor me." Jon frowned. He did not know why Darshia was also known as Dracodom, since other countries were not as special. Severin looked at him and said seriously, "Because Darshians are the descendants of dragons, and Dracodom is a sacred and inviolable place. Why should I spare your life when you encroach upon us?" He then rushed forward in a flash. Jon still wanted to resist, but he was no match for Severin at all. Within seconds, another corpse lay on the ground.

Drago questioned, worry present in his voice. Drykator drew his own sword, Justice and his father’s short sword Legend and turned to Drago “Thought you were a real hero?” Drykator shot back in a snide voice. “Look!” Dontain whispered, finding the man at the back of the army nothing more than a silhouette, holding a staff held high, black smoke emanating from it, swirling up towards the sky like a tornado, the sound of screeching vibrating through every essence of life.

Dawn broke blood-red over the eastern front. I stood at the edge of the camp, my silver hair whipping in the wind, my robes pressed tight against my body. The army had assembled… thousands of men, their armor shining, their banners snapping in the breeze. They looked like a sea of steel and determination, ready to throw themselves into the claws of war. And at their head, mounted on a black stallion, sat Drake Hale. He looked like a god of war. His armor was polished, his sword strapped across his back, his helm tucked under his arm. His storm-gray eyes found mine across the distance, and the bond pulsed between us, warm and reassuring.

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

Draken has this dark aura around him that gives him deadly vibes. "Greetings Alpha Draken. I'm Fernando, the chief of the royal army. Alpha King has summoned your presence. Please come along with us," He said as Draken tilted his head in a thinking manner. His eyes surveyed the royal warriors. Almost half of them visibly looked scared of him and why won't they be? Draken was a man who had given hell to their Alpha King by causing a rampage. "Alright," Draken said coolly and they blinked at him stunned. It was obvious they were expecting him to start a brawl but nothing of that sort happened.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

The shadows wrapped themselves around Draknor’s mouth and body, restraining every resistance from him as they tightened around his neck to rip his head right off his body. His muffled groans grew more disturbing. That’s when Nesryn dashed in between Draknor and me, her chest heaving faster. “We’ll use the mortals!” Her voice trembled, her breaths heavy, but cautious. “We’ll find out. Whatever it is! Please… calm down. Please… let him go.” I shut my eyes and let out a sigh. The shadows withdrew at once behind the throne. Nesryn glanced at Draknor, letting out a broken sigh. Draknor gasped, suppressing his groan as he held his neck together. Sprays of blood streamed down the gaps of his trembl

Below us, in perfect, terrifying formation, stood an army. Thousands upon thousands of drow and drangel soldiers. They stood shoulder to shoulder, black and white and every shade in between, armor gleaming in the sun, weapons raised in silent salute. Banners snapped in the wind, their colors unfamiliar but bold crimson, sapphire, obsidian. The army didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. They just watched us, a living wall of eyes and ambition. I’d seen lycan armies, dragon flights, even the ragged bands of human rebels. But nothing like this. The discipline, the stillness, was more terrifying than any roar or battle cry. They didn’t look like they were waiting for orders.

The doors to the heaven close behind. And a name gets engraved on it. Joining the list of other gods of heaven. Entry no 777 Death Wolf/ Thaneos - The god of Death. .............. The End.................