Romans & histoires Drakon Of The Seven Armies

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

[Primus] At least thirty armed drakes walk towards me. The ones in the back are holding their crossbows aimed at my throat, their eyes glowing icy blue with menace. Air drake soldiers are an elite group of warriors trained from the time they are hatched to be efficient assassins. They are notorious for their cold cruelty and are often hired by nobles and wealthy merchants for espionage and security. They are mercenaries of the sky with the ability to hear any secret carried on the wind.

Oh my goddess! I am almost afraid to ask which one Draknar is! Is he a Dragon Shifter ? Or Vampire?

And then— My breath caught in my throat. The mountains surrounding the lair were covered in soldiers. Thousands of them. Their gleaming armor reflected the firelight from Drake’s lair, and their swords, spears, and crossbows were all pointed at him. A burning fear coiled in my stomach. “Drake,” I whispered, gripping his arm. But he was already stepping forward, his wings spreading wide, his muscles tensing. A deep, earth-shaking growl left his chest, sending ripples of heat through the air.

One man shouts. I stand my ground and as the battle intensifies I see the seven appear on the battlefield. “Shoot her!” I hear someone yell and a blue shield suddenly surrounds me as arrows fly towards me. I am unsure of what is now happening as arrows are coming from all directions but the shield protects me. It is then that I see the seven slaying our enemies in a battle so fierce that my stomach turns. “No! This isn’t what I wanted!” I shout as I begin to ride towards the seven as fast as I can.

With a resounding boom, Alpha, his friends, and the bodyguards all went pale; their earlier bravado evaporated in an instant. The Green Dragon Warriors of the Draconian Order? What in the world was happening? The Draconian Order was a force to be reckoned with in Westernia, rumored to be a branch of the formidable Green Dragon Warriors. Every member was a powerhouse, even the least among them was a warrior of military king stature. However, the true terror lay with the Green Dragon Warriors' four Guardians, each a general-level colossus, and the Draconian Order's master was none other than a God of War!

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

They are what my life been missing I can’t imagine living without them both, I need them both now, I can’t imagine life with one or without the other. The cold war on the streets, we’re messing with each other, we’re killing each other, calling the police, messing with the shipments. But it won’t stay like this forever, we’re going to have to deal with it soon, one of us have to leave or die, the territory can’t stay divided by the two of us, one of us are going to have to die or leave. Devil wants to help me now, I can’t let her get in troubles, I can’t live with that, she had some crazy ideas, she’s good with this thing, she’s a real psycho, but one who knows how to deal with a war.

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.