Drakon Of The Seven Armies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Axel will stay with you. You must manage the palace defenses together with him. If any scouts slip through, the safety of the city is in your hands." "I’m ready, Alistair," she said, her voice firm. "Go. End this." I didn't care about the priests or the council. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, a silent promise that I would return. Then, I stripped off the heavy royal robe, revealing the light battle-tunic beneath. I drew my sword, the steel singing as it left the scabbard. "To the stables!" I shouted to my generals. . . The ride to the valley was a blur of thunderous hooves and cold wind. As we reached the ridge overlooking the valley floor, I saw the Drakos army. They were a massiv

“Is meddling in their civil war a wise move? Isn’t it a waste of our resources to assist their refugees as well?” Draconia was an independent kingdom in the west, one of the few countries in all of Terran that was not under the great Volfenheim Empire or some other nation. It was a small continent, shaped like an enormous sleeping dragon, hence its name. Some believed it was an actual dragon that was in a deep slumber for such a long time, land formed and hid its scales, that once Mount Ormr, the colossal sleeping volcano of Draconia, erupts, the dragon will also wake and will consume the world. It was rich in every resource imaginable. Because of this, it was completely closed off to other

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

“They were mostly huge, breaded men and were covered in green armor, they had the emblem of a flaming skull on their hosting flag.” “Pirates?” Commander Phinx asked. Prince Fredrick glared at Sri Ivan who stared back at him then he moved his gaze to Commander Phinx. “The enemy on your shores is the Drokan army.” “The popular looting clan?” King Samson asked worriedly. “Yes, that clan.” “What’s your advice on this Prince, since your kingdom has faced them?” “Get everyone to safety, don’t let your guards down, they seem to have grown smarter over the years and worse of all, they have no fighting tactic, they fight to achieve the goal commanded of them.”

Like pissing Drakos off was his life long goal. "So there are more of you. Where are they?" If there was more of them, then they shouldn't need the help of commoners. They would already be knee deep into the guild and tearing them apart. Aren't dragons suppose to be formidable? "It's not that easy. Sure Dragons are strong, but they are still weak against Drakos's special ability. If we all went charging in with out a care, Drakos would only become stronger and then he really would take over the world. It's hard enough to find Mage's strong enough to hold him off while we find a way to stop him." I opened my mouth to ask another question but he silenced me with a wink. "I know I know. Every K

He had commandeered his Draekon, asking the Fae rider to trust him, letting the warrior battle the Fae while he surveyed the city. He had flown, the Draekon steady underneath him, listening to every command. It was the perfect mount, much unlike Rhae's Draekon Diavel who had a strong temper. The Draekon allowed him to glide over the city, searching for some way to help. All he saw were people running from Draekon's and Fae, storming through the streets and cutting down Icran's army. He didn't think this is what they had planned, this wasn't what they wanted. It was a massacre and he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was watch.

Chapter sixty six Dracul At first I thought a sort of darkness had encroached the lands, but as we approached getting closer and closer, I realized that they were all men, dressed in armor, that resembled the very blackness of night on a closer look, with magical scouts and it was made known that the influence of Chaos had been far spread among them, drawing heavily on their very essence. The Shadow Army as I'd termed them had incited a deep fear in the once riotously psyched men and women and hushed montones and murmurings sifted it's way through the restless crowd, even the horses neighed in dismay and left to them, they'd have bolted out just like many of the faces. "Sire," Alvarez's voic

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"