روايات وقصص ضمن Heroic Race Dragon City

"I am no longer your pawn, void spawn, you're the pawn here, and I am your master!" The dragon nose-dived heading straight down towards the hoard, and threw M off of its back knee-deep in the hoard of undead, they tore and beat him mercilessly. Beating him down with the same wrath that La Bruja felt for Jacke, and no matter how hard they fought they couldn't keep him all the way down. Jacke, saw him struggling but couldn't get through the hoard to get to him, Jameson and Damien back to back fighting with everything they had, Alex was nowhere to be seen as she had lost control, and Alexis was at the wheel. Gloria and Milo were the only ones who could see, where he was, but knew they wouldn't

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

But her crown lights pulsed in a tight, staccato rhythm. Warning. Promise. Challenge. All of the above. The barrier in front of us slid away with a smooth hiss. The metal jaws yawned wider. “Let’s go,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. We stepped forward as one—me, Corvin, Jax—into the red‑lit throat of District R‑03, as the horn blared again, louder, signaling the start of our first race in the Game City.

James nodded and said, “There is bad blood between the humans and the Dragon Race. During the prehistoric era, the Lord of Nothingness fought against the Dragon Race’s primogenitor, who was defeated in battle. The world’s providence was seized by the Lord of Nothingness, thus allowing him to reach the Macrocosm Ancestral God Rank. Hence, the bad blood between the two races. “A human will have to clear three obstacles upon his arrival at the Dragon Race. One, he will have to undergo lightning tribulations. Two, his body will be corroded by dragon poison. Three, he will have to cross the Jalong Sea of the Dragon Race.” The golden-robed man looked at James and said coldly, “Young lad, you came

Miles and miles of the town had been demolished by fire blazing through the streets, and the aftermath made it clear the only culprit possible could be a dragon shifter. I was appalled by the widespread destruction I took in with every direction I looked, and I was happy Asher didn’t linger long. Melancholy rolled in with the horrendous sight, but my mate attempted to bring levity to the situation by initiating a race on the way home. I gave it my all on the way back to the pack house, but I was aware that Asher one hundred percent let me win. There was no way in hell my tiny legs were out striding his massive form under any circumstances.

Even if her father hadn’t told her the truth of the history of the Dragon Moon festival, these people seemed to know and were eager to see Beelzanborg fall and the dragons restored to power. Before her, a mass of dragons came into view, many of them with human warriors on their backs, using bows and arrows to hit their targets as the fire from the dragons lit Beelzanborg troops and weapons on fire. The dragons swooped low to hit their targets and then flew around in a circle to come back in for another go. On the ground and even atop the castle there were hand-to-hand battles going on. Nya tried to find Slate but didn’t see him from this distance. As they closed in, she did spot Gavin, atop

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

The gash in his side ripped open again, blood soaking fresh bandages, but he didn’t stop. Sera stumbled back, stunned—not because he moved, but because she realized she might not be able to stop him. There was nothing in his eyes now but pure, unyielding fire. He crossed half the distance to Lioren in three ragged steps, chest heaving, hands curled like claws. His mouth twisted with something wild. The warlord was gone—this was the dragon. “Rhazien!” she shouted, throwing herself into his path. He barreled into her. She wasn’t ready. The force of it knocked her back a step, almost to her knees.

Eating in my human form is fine for a while, but eventually, I need to eat like a dragon. “Who needs to hunt?” I bellow after classes. I’m also acutely aware that my birthday is coming up and if I don’t make sure that I’m as strong as possible, Yhen might actually claim me on my birthday. “I could eat!” I hear Daichi, an earth dragon, call out. “Me too!” Amaya, a water dragon calls back. “Good, let’s go!” I bellow. “Be careful! None of you are claimed!” Cal bellows at us.