Drakon Of The Seven Armies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

"DRAGON EMPEROR!" shouted the entire army there without exception. Whether they were demons, allies, or the dragon emperor's own army. They were truly angry and hated the way the dragon emperor treated them. They had given their souls and bodies to become the dragon emperor's swords and shields, but it turned out that all they did was merely fulfill their duty as slaves to carry out their master's orders. The dragon emperor saw that everyone wanted to fight him, making his gaze and killing intent even stronger. He stood in front of the devil princess's body, which was now covered by a strange ball that was slowly turning into a cocoon. Long Chen frowned at the cocoon that had formed, without

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

Harry could understand how that had come to be, as it was not a wolf they lay beside, but a giant, furred dragon curled into a ball within the tight space of the chamber, its wings pressed against the roof. One of the dragon’s paws wore strands of bloodied bandages. “Jules?”

Dragons could go days without sleep, but even I was feeling the toil on my body. Luckily, King Orion’s soldiers could rotate six-hour shifts, most of them spanning the surrounding area of the palace and away from the lighted palace. There had been a few vampires caught and imprisoned, but the ones that I were dead with in seconds. Once landing on one of their backs, my dragon’s scales would flutter up my back as if a raging werewolf, biting into the neck only to rip it to pieces with my claws. Hearing the bones crack, the sinews of the tendons, muscles, and cartilage fueled my fire, thinking that one of these blood demons could be Mortus. Any of the rogue vampires were deemed a threat to my

One of the six silhouettes spoke up. Sena didn't answer and just join the six as Daniel follows behind. Reaching the very top of the high ground, behind the six silhouettes, below their sight are hundreds- thousand- no... legions of human silhouettes are standing up in lines waiting for their orders from their commanders. These countless people that one could not see the end of the army are being lead by eight commanders who are at the high ground. These eight commanders look at their army as their army looks at them with respect and admiration.

Alpha king Draco sat before the large table working on piles of files, his face looked like that of the devil. He wasn't angry yet the aura that surrounded him was that of peril. No one dared to badge in the way Draven had done. No one dared to except they wanted their death. Alpha King Draco was hell himself whoever was going to dare him needed to have gone through the seven mountains of volcano. He was feared for a reason. “For someone who hadn't seen me in years and needs help shouldn't you crawl toward me?” Draco didn't look up. Of course, he knew his son was around, the moment he held the gate and asked permission to cross the border, he knew.

“We shall have some fun.” “Yes, sir!” Rolus responded, his enthusiasm matching that of his General. As Rolus hurried to relay the orders, Drakan felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. The battlefield was set, and the time for action was drawing near. He could almost taste the victory that awaited them. The thought of clashing with the humans, of proving the superiority of the Beast Kingdom, filled him with fierce determination. The moment Prince Drakan uttered the command, a five-thousand-strong army sprang into action. Each soldier mounted a giant wolf, their armour glimmering under the sun's rays.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights