El General Todopoderoso De Dragón Novels & Stories

“What?! General Santigo of the Flying Dragons?!” Master and Madam Otter bolted up from their chairs in shock, and so did the others. Even Aegon and some other government officials, who were close with the family, got up and wore a serious look. Ryken Santigo was not just any general, he was the man who commanded the Flying Dragons, the elite battalion under the Battle Dragon Troops! Even a chief or a captain of the Flying Dragons would be worthy of their utmost attention, let alone the man himself.

In short, the arrival of Elio, one of the three supreme leaders of the Divine Dragon Order, had stirred everyone of status at Azure Gate. Elio's expression was stern, making him look like a wizened old man. Nonetheless, in Holtrien, especially within Holtrien's military, he was a godlike figure. Setting aside his identity as one of the three supreme leaders of the Divine Dragon Order, Elio's transcendent strength as a Beyond Mortal alone established him as a towering pillar of Holtrien.

he says and in no time, we are all blindfolded despite all our tantrums to free ourselves. After walking for over an hour, I start to hear the voices of others which make me certain that we have reached the camp. “Take them to the general,” one of them says and my heart jumps into my mouth. I have heard a lot of stories about the infamous general and a knot form in my stomach. For one who owns the biggest dragon in Drakesworth and wields so much magic, he hasn’t really had a good reputation in the country. To cut the long story short, he is a merciless and a ruthless killer. Father has said a few things about him. I also heard he is much more powerful than what I know but that’s the least of

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

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.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

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.