El General Todopoderoso De Dragón Novels & Stories

Only then can you access the true potential of our bloodline. Teresa, hesitant but curious, attempted to grasp the concept. "So, you want me to become some sort of emotional conduit?" Drako nodded. "Exactly. The supernatural world responds to the energy you emit. If you can master these emotions, you'll become a formidable force." As the night wore on, Drako guided Teresa through various exercises, pushing her limits and testing the boundaries of her newfound abilities. Teresa, caught between her disdain for her father's methods and the undeniable allure of the power he promised, struggled to find her balance.

growled a familiar face, Rex noticed Fafnir came into view, striding up to the bench and laying out, staring at the dragon general he was speaking with. “A loss of this many troops to a plan as terrible as this is stupid! You are not even sure she will push straight for us, we know Balrog has been planning this for some time, we should have been better prepared!” the dragon general growled, pacing back and forth while speaking, blue smoke starting to seep from his nostrils. “You dare protest my authority!? Is that a challenge General Mhurl?” Fafnir roared, jumping up and leaping in front of the general, his eyes turning red, smoke billowing from his nostrils and the corner of this mouth.

- I think we're friends. The two geniuses look at each other, as if they speak with their eyes. - You know, maybe we can help you, but we don't know if we can trust you. Moon says. - In order for us to help you, you had to be our master – Sun adds. - So let me be your master for a moment. - No. We cannot go back to being slaves. Lucifron shifts and Zog appears, making the genies retreat. - I'm Zog, one of the strongest dragons in the world. I promise you, through the fire that burns in my chest, that I will do everything for you to never be anyone's slave.

All those present were stunned. Where does this energy barrier come from? Who had such a terrifying power to be able to stop Apophis's devastating blow? A thunderous dragon roar sounded. It was unknown when a gigantic golden dragon had floated in the air. There was a man who stood on the dragon’s head. He emitted terrifying energy all over his body, and his power was not inferior compared with Apophis. This man was Tyr. “Boss!” “Boss!” “Tyr!” “Mr. Summers!”

The king would be powerless to save the second prince if that happened, and he was also certain that the troops on the border would turn against him, demanding that justice be served if the father refused to punish the second prince. BOOOOOMMM…. “Fire Palm Technique Burns the Forest!” Tian Sen leaped high into the air and, with a sweeping motion of his right hand, unleashed a massive palm of fire toward the man wielding the spear. “Pfft, do you think that attack can defeat me? It’s useless! I’m stronger than you—just accept your defeat, you bastard!” he said, twirling his spear before thrusting it into the ground. As he chanted a spell in a low voice, something took shape on the ground—a gia

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

His voice boomed like the thunder she brought. “This is not the end!” He roared even as the last of the dragons fell into the sea. “I am the son of the god of all dragons, the Lord of the North. I rule the dark, and your light is nothing but a dying flame against my power.” Katalea heard the words and shivered, cold seeping into her bones. “I will slit your throat Katalea, and eradicate your kind off the face of the earth.” He hurled the lightning back towards Grandfather. Katalea screamed out, the sound smothered by the storm. She pushed a wall of wind against it and the clash had even the rocks trembling.

Hailing from the capital, his name was Alex Yates. Before arriving, Alex had taken the time to find out with whom he would be meeting. He was kneeling in front of the legendary Dragon General of the Southern Plains. He showed no mercy on and off the battlefield, and his enemies cowered in fear when they heard about the Black Dragon. The Dragon General was no ordinary man. He was more than important, and therefore commanded the highest level of respect. Still kneeling on the ground, Alex felt a trickle of perspiration slide down his spine. “Alex Yates?”

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.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.