Kamen Rider Saber Dragonic Knight Novels & Stories

After he was drunk on his newfound power, Johnathan finally calmed down. The sword that the dragon gave to him was called the Draken Saber. It was a legendary weapon that granted its wielder the power equal to an ancient legend. The dragon disappeared after Johnathan received the weapon.

" Startled, the Rank 7 Spirit Form and Kai turned to look at the source of the voice. A charming young man could be seen approaching them while striding in the air! The young man was wielding a saber that was gleaming with cold light. Additionally, a five-clawed blood dragon was embedded in the saber’s blade. What else could it be if not the Dragon Slaying Saber? Who else could that man be if not Lucas? Both the Rank 7 Spirit Form and Kai were astounded. With the realms that they were currently in, they had actually failed to notice Lucas’ presence. How could they not be astounded when Lucas had suddenly appeared before their eyes?

" Hello Isabella or should i say The Knight raven" LUKE AKA THE DRAGON

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

It had clearly been fortified, but the power used to protect the wooden weapon wasn’t enough to foil him for long, and it soon caught fire. The dragon in him roared in satisfaction even as the knight jumped from the trebuchet and reached for a lance. He was a colossal Englishman, so that must’ve been why he was able to reach Cameron, though he threw the lance in a way that had never been intended, treating it like a spear rather than a bludgeoning weapon.

he said wryly. "And do you think going with a giant dragon is stealthy?" asked the commander, arching his eyebrows. "Vhrax can be very quiet," replied the knight, pulling his sword out of its sheath. His blade was long and much more like the swords he was used to Mihdel. "On guard Barclay," he said, approaching the warrior. "What? Will you give me not even a moment's pause?" Blake pointed to the sword on the ground. "Damn slaver!" he exclaimed, muttering as he went to pick up his blade.

Then, he sneered disdainfully. As the New World Emperor, Lord Kenny never lacked weapons. Buzz! The next second, Lord Kenny stared down at Donoghue. Without further ado, he flipped his right hand and gripped a long saber tightly as he launched himself toward Donoghue. The long saber had an exquisite dragon and phoenix pattern; it was also a purple category weapon. Bang! Bang! Bang! Without hesitation, Donoghue leaped into the air and dashed forward. In the blink of an eye, he and Lord Kenny had started to fight!

I gritted out, tears forming in my eyes…blood forming in my mouth from where I had bit myself. “You can, my child,” Selene said making me turn to her with anger on my face. “A little warning would have been nice, Selene,” I spat out before screaming again. My body now felt like it was being ravaged by rabid beasts. Everything hurt. “My child, you need to let go…you need to let the power flow through you to your Guardian Knights. You are fighting it and it will tear you apart if you do not channel it,” Selene commanded.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.