Gangster Dragon Ball Z Novels & Stories

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

He could almost feel a headache coming on. Golden Dragons were supposed to be powerful beings who controlled things and did not break them. Obviously, his father had no idea how Teenage golden dragons behaved because Azian seemed to be calling for trouble every second. He knew Azian had escaped seeing his forbidden possession the moment they realized he was not in the bathroom or even the house in particular anymore. He clenched his jaw as Orion complained how hard their job was becoming.

said chancellor George glaring at them with a scary expression . " W...W....W....W...We are terribly sorry , chancellor . Please forgive us , chancellor !" said the six servants on the floor , including the little master's nanny . " Please have mercy , chancellor ! We will find the young master soon . " said one of the servants . The look on chancellor George right now was equal to that of a thirsty killer . The six of them were shaking as if they had just come out of a freezer . He raised his hand and pointed it towards the male servant who spoke then shoot a magic attack of fireball on his shoulder . Normally the dragon people's skin is immune to the fire but it is not immune to the fire c

Alexander I stopped the car when Jay, Charlie, and James surrounded it. They really wanna die. I came out of the car. "Who's she?" Charlie asked me. He is the leader of their so-called gang. "Does that matter to you?" I was not in the mood for any fight. "Oh? She's another slut of you I guess" That was it. I took out my gun and shot him in his chest. They were terrified. They thought I'd not carry a gun to school. They are really stupid.

he commented. “Yes,” I agreed. “I am yet to see that, too. It’s easy enough for Aurien to return you from whence you came if you prove too much trouble.” “Aurien, Aurien, Aurien,” Daerton murmured, leaning back on the chair and regarding my dragon. “A mystery, our dragon friend,” he said to me. “Isn’t he?” “In many ways, yes,” I replied honestly. “In many ways, yes,” Daerton agreed. “Yaden ras tal?” Why is that? He asked Aurien.

It was a sandy brown color with black markings all over its face, body, and was slamming its body into the stadium wall. “A dragon!” someone from the stands screamed. The monster let out a roar. “Sophia, go after them!” her mentor ordered. ‘Go after who?’ she thought. Leon and Zain were running down the stadium wall towards that damn beast that could kill them mindlessly with a swish of its tail. ‘Those idiots!’ Sophia and Major Dylan took off at the same time with Sophia down the wall, chasing after her two idiots of teammates that she was going to murder when this was all over, and her mentor and towards the King and his family.

The Tryn had a human man by the throat, dragging the body behind him. Inhaling, Kohl detected his brother's scent of cedarwood and smoke. His heart hammered against his ribcage as he shook his head to process what he was seeing. His brother was a dragon, not a human. Dragons couldn't shift. This man couldn't be Taurian. It wasn't possible.

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

“Is that a fucking dragon?” It was black, a darker shadow against the night sky, but the moonlight glittered over its scales, and its eyes and throat glowed gold and red with fire. The driver swerved as the dragon plunged suddenly downwards, and the car pulled to a sudden stop. As the dragon regained height in the sky overhead, Lyric grabbed the gun out of the man’s shocked hands, and slammed the hilt into his face, causing him to cry out in pain. She flicked the safety and shot the driver through the head, spraying blood out over the windows.