Drakon Of The Seven Armies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"She knows she cannot stand against the Chosen One and his Saintess. We shall purge this land with—" WHOOSH. A shadow fell over the army. It was vast, blotting out the sun instantly. The soldiers looked up. Descending from the smog-choked sky was a nightmare. Malphas. The Dragon of the North. He didn't just fly; he fell with style. His wingspan was wide enough to cover a village. Scales the color of dried blood armored his body. He landed between the two armies with a seismic impact that knocked the front row of the Legion off their feet.

His blood boiled for retribution, allowing no room for diversion or restraint. Meanwhile, Drax lay in the throes of indulgence, ensconced in the comforts of his bed, flanked by two companions. Their moment of pleasure was shattered by frantic knocks and commotion outside. Drax, alarmed, donned his navy-blue robe and peered out the window, his brow furrowed at the sight of his fallen men. Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf.

“Guard captains! Take her and her attendant to the secure inner vaults. Do not let her out of your sight.” “Draken, wait—” I protested, but he was already gone. With a brutal surge of Alpha power, he charged into the center of the chaos, and I witnessed why he was called the War-King. He didn't hesitate. He caught an attacking mercenary by the throat, throwing the full grown warrior across the stone square into a solid pillar. Draken partially shifted, the golden fire in his eyes expanding as razor-sharp claws ripped through his fingertips. He crushed iron weapons with his bare hands, fighting multiple enemies simultaneously, his massive frame formed an unbreakable wall that protected the fl

“Here. You’re gonna fry your brain.” Emma took it gratefully, but didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m on step six,” she said flatly. “Almost at seven again.” Jeremy leaned over her shoulder, his brow furrowed. The system before them was Donovan Corp’s encrypted vault—seven levels of military-grade authentication, each one nastier than the last. They’d been working on this for three weeks straight. And still hadn’t cracked it. “Step seven is the problem,” Emma muttered. “The QR code changes every ten seconds. Even with the mirror scanner running, it’s practically a moving target.”

"They will not stop until they have you. Or until you and everything you represent are gone forever." Kade returned to my side, breathing heavily, his knife dripping with fresh blood. His presence grounded me amid the storm. The circle of stones pulsed brighter still, a final stand of ancient magic. But the army tightened its noose. Drax stood tall once more, his eyes locked on mine with unbreaking intensity, the bond screaming between us like a living thing. The next move would decide everything. And the army waited, silent and lethal, for his command.

It looked like paradise. This was one of the strongholds of the Swallow family, one of the four ancient martial families in Florence. Inside one of the most luxurious rooms, the Seventh Elder was resting with his eyes closed. Behind him sat the fake emperor, relaxed and carefree. At that moment, a shout disrupted the quiet. “Sir...” “Speak.” The Seventh Elder slowly opened his eyes, which flickered with a chilling coldness. “Andrius has led 10,000 elite troops and surrounded Drache Valley!”

Draco stepped from the mist. He wore no armor, no cloak, no crown. His clothes were simple, black as bone dust, his hair loose around him. He did not walk; he glided. Each step spread decay into the grass, a trail of dead earth following his heels. When he reached the center of the valley, he stopped, like a king settling into his throne. “I expected you,” he said. The voice was silk, dripping with poison. A ripple of fear traveled through the wolves behind us. I squeezed my weapons until my knuckles ached.

The house of Mortez had served the Regalia Wolf pack for one reason, money. “On guard! Formation!” Drake’s voice was heard to lead the attack at the Wulfgard Wolf pack first line of defense. Drake was known to be one being the strategist of war. He was fearless and not at all intimidated with the force that was coming to him. “Fire!” shots of cannon were heard blazing the air as Drake ordered the attack of bullet to the Vampires that had contain substance of material to slow down the Vampires. It would make them temporarily weak. Enough time for Nikolai’s army to move forward and eliminate the Mortez breed.

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss