Novel & Cerita El General Todopoderoso De Dragón

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him, his wicked grey eyes boring into her hazel ones. "What if it's your only ticket to freedom?" he asked, not believing he was bargaining with her. "As I said, I rather die." Her voice held finality in it. He quickly shoved her onto the bed. She scooted away as he crawled towards her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, you dare not reject me, nobody rejects me," he said in a husky, cold voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous.

he asked. “Nothing, Mist.” I replied and looked back at Black Dragon. Again, he’s just looking at us waiting for a response. Then Yosef-hyung reacted. “Topgun of Dark Knight, 20. Best in handling guns and ammunitions. Operations leader. Call me Yosef Advincula or just Yosef outside. Stargazer and Polaris’s supervisor. Welcome to our crew.” He said extending his hand to Black Dragon and he just accepts it, now with a smile on his face. I’m really confused. I thought. He then turned to me and asked.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

“Carry on. I’m listening.” “Okay, so since we’re talking about gods,” said Estevan, “My guess is that you, dragons, also have one.” “Aye,” answered Fetyr. “Our Lord Hylos is the God of Dragons and the Volcanic Deus. He is also the original Hyborn.” “I see.” Estevan did his thing again on the thin sheets, scribbling with a feather. Raeherys could not help but watch the chronicler with envy. The sight of him only sparked the fire within Raeherys.

"General Chava, aren't you blowing this out of proportion? We're talking about a mere commander from Biskeland. With our ranks filled with warriors of God of War caliber, are we really worried about taking down Pendragon's top dog?" No sooner had he finished speaking than an intense aura of menace radiated from him, sending a shiver through the room as if the temperature had just dropped. Another shadowy figure, Fly Drakon, radiating a deadly aura, strode into the room and declared in an icy voice, "Absolutely! With all of us elite God of War warriors teaming up, how could we not take down King Pendragon? The moment King Pendragon dares to step forward, he'll meet his end at the edge of my F

The God of Ruin. And beside the towering, terrifying dragon, stood a familiar, slender, yet utterly despicable figure. It was the former world leader, the man who had controlled the military and engineered the initial chaos from the beginning. He was now clad in dark armor, his face etched with fanatical devotion, serving as the high priest to the returned god. He looked up, startled by my sudden presence, then sneered. “King Cardan. Late to the ceremony, as always. You hate being interrupted, don’t you, My Lord?” he addressed the Dragon.