Drakon Of The Seven Armies Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”

Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore. "You fight like you're born to it," he growled, scarred jaw inches, porcelain fingers banding my wrist pull-close, obsidian devouring mahogany flush. Blood smeared his cheek war-paint, dragon tattoo pulsing throat wild. No fear in his stillness—predator sated, but gaze burned deeper hunger.

At that moment, inside the Department of Defense building, in a spacious and brightly lit office, a young man in his mid-twenties sat relaxed in a chair with his legs crossed. He was dressed in a dark green military uniform with a dragon head emblem proudly displayed on his shoulder. His sharp eyes added to his imposing demeanor. Beside him stood two lieutenants, each with three gold stars on their shoulders, standing silently. However, their gazes toward Draco were filled with admiration and envy. After all, the man casually lounging in the chair was one of the newly appointed top five commanders of the Dramon Department of Defense, known as Commander Draco! At just 26 years old, he command

The possessed soldiers stumbled, Morwen's control wavering for precious seconds. "Now!" Lerder lunged not at the soldiers but at Drakon himself, accepting the risk of harm to reach the primary vessel. Drakon was fast—warrior-trained reflexes enhanced by supernatural power. He met Lerder's charge with a counterattack that would have gutted a normal opponent. But Lerder twisted mid-leap, accepting a shallow wound to his ribs to get inside Drakon's guard. His claws found purchase on the war chief's arms, not cutting but gripping, holding him in place.

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*

Dan’s most ferocious men were single-handedly defeated by Draco. The six men struggled but they got up on their feet. “Do you know why I broke one arm each? The six of you are veterans who came back from the battlefield yet you become the hitmen of some lousy gangster? The six of you are a disgrace!” Draco then slowly removed his glasses, which had remained in place throughout the brief fight. When the six men saw Draco’s face without the glasses, they were dumbfounded. “Chief Commander Draco Lang?! The chief commander of the War Dragon Squad?!”

However, upon seeing Henry sit, she followed suit. Henry laughed. “Jake, I’d advise against that. You may be scared sh*tless once you find out who he is.” “Is that so?” Jake smiled dismissively. “Tell me about it. I’ve been meeting some powerful people. I’m curious to find out just how powerful this man is for me to be scared sh*tless.” Henry uttered word by word, “The man before you is the Black Dragon, the commander-in-chief of the million-strong Black Dragon army of the Southern Plains and one of the Five Commanders of Sol.”