El General Todopoderoso De Dragón Romane & Geschichten

This time,it would be him – Niquel de Vega, the Dragon King – her mate and Gladdy’s father. His beast growled. Soon … Soon he wouldn’t have to hide anymore. X

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon. "Ah, Scarlet." He smiled,revealing two long sharp canines. The pressure in the air was palpable. This was completely different from what i felt around Zephyros. He has been restraining himself the entire time. This was on a completely different level. If i had been standing, i would have fallen. He was power incarnate. A creature of true power and freedom to wield it. He stretched his long fingers in my direction with such elegance that my pounding heart slowed. "Rise."He commanded with such authority that my legs started to move on their own. I gritted my teeth and ignored the hand he offered.

Lloyd continued going on about this. "Shut up!" Donald roared, quickly going toward Lloyd. He raised his hand and slapped Lloyd. Lloyd looked at him in disbelief. The next moment, Donald knelt right in front of Chase. "Do you know who I am?"Chase asked Donald coldly. Donald quickly nodded. "I was blind not to have recognized you, Basalt's Collins. I'm Donald Toledo of Bactria, a part of Green Dragon's army. I had no idea of your identity and have offended you. Please forgive me!"

said the goddess of creation, and my father nodded. We went to change into combat gear, and then Jackson, Samir, and Renzo showed up. “Ale and Rex are coming; let's go with you,” Jackson said firmly, and I looked at my father. “Let's wait for the priests to leave all together,” said the god of chaos. Ale and Rex didn't take long to appear, then my mother took my father's hand, and Drago turned into a dragon. I knew immediately that Drago and my father had the same power, which I found funny and curious.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

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.

"Yes, my king." Standing from his throne, Toban walked towards the general. Gripping his black cape, Toban walked down the large steps to the small landing where the general stood. Adverting his gaze from Toban's, the young man continued. "That's not the only news I have." "Go on." Toban's voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the young man to lick his dry lips. "She is a Dragon Rider." Stopping in front of his general, Toban tilted his head. "She's a what?" He asked in shock.