Ghidorah X Rodan Novels & Stories

Rod glared at me “oh great let’s risk our lives on a feeling.” “We are looking for a rare crystal called a volcanic obsidian. My names Clara and I’m a witch. We need the stone to find a hunter. Have you heard of it?” I explained ignoring Rod. “So you aren’t witch hunters?” He raised his eyebrows. “Do we look like witch hunters? We are the good guys, trying to stop them” Rod was annoyed.

Rod knew by now that Mallory has captured all the powerful creatures in the Villa. "And you have already done half of my work." Rod pulled a chair right in front of her and sat down, Mallory shrank away in fear. "What do you want?" Mallory grunted angrily, her eyes glaring at him but at the same time, not showing much anger. "What I've always wanted," Rod scoffed and then mumbled, "The power, the anti-aging formula." Rod smiled at Mallory and then continued to shock her, "I'm still surprised how Delilah didn't recognize me." He had yet to figure out a lot of things about supernatural beings.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

His leg throbbed as if he had struck solid metal, already swelling from the impact. "Your body… it's insanely tough!" Rodney stammered, quickly retreating to put some distance between them. Gordon let out a sinister laugh. "What an embarrassing move! Let me teach you what happens when you play with fire." With a booming stomp, Gordon's foot slammed into the ground, causing the entire platform to tremble. In an instant, he launched himself forward like a spinning top, closing the gap between them with terrifying speed. His skeletal hand shot out like a claw, and before Rodney could react, Gordon had him by the throat. There were two sickening cracks as Rodney's face turned a deep purple, stru

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

Victoria, who was sitting on the Driver, covered her mouth in fear, and immediately gasped, thinking that the two iron rods were about to smash onto Roderick's body. However, just as the metal rod was about to reach Roderick's body, he dodged to the side, clenched his fist, and quickly snatched one of the lackeys' metal rod. His movements were so quick that he didn't even have time to see it clearly, when he heard a crisp bone cracking sound. Very quickly, a lackey started howling like a pig being butchered. In the next second, Roderick's iron rod smashed into the other lackey's face, causing him to immediately lie down on the ground, as if he had fainted.

Children running around, men drinking gin beneath a swaying palm, and teenagers sprawled across the shore. “It’s getting warmer,” Roselia said. The pendulum in her hand spun faster above her open palm, the skin beneath it beginning to glow red. He scanned the beach, eyes narrowing toward the far end. “No one’s there, Roselia.” “My locator doesn’t lie, My Lord.” Gildeon activated his dragon vision. Instantly, he spotted a towering black wall, like a colossal tidal wave frozen mid-crash. It pulsed with dense energy, dark and ancient, rivaling even the aura of the Light Faes.

Smack! Two thunderous strikes landed on the hellhound’s face, igniting a frenzied, furious roar. “Grrr…” The hellhound growled, seemingly ready to resist. But Adrian, fed up, advanced relentlessly, colliding directly with the beast’s massive form. Boom! A terrifying surge of power erupted as they clashed, intertwining with a force so immense it seemed capable of shattering everything around them.

His earth realm clothing hangers allow him more outfits than any man needs. The rod is at least ten feet long and will suit my purpose. I carry it back to the tower and up the stairs. I place it on the inside of the large open space leading to the ledge. There are about six inches of rod on both sides to hold it in place. I tie off the rope and line myself up with the middle of the rod. I don't want it to slide and send me to my death-Laryn would not be happy with me. Halfway through the downward climb I decide I will discover the front castle entrance when I need to reenter.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.