Komik Dragon Warior Novels & Stories

He is always in sync with my thoughts and this is not even due to our mate bond. “You are an intelligent creature, dragonlord,” I murmured coyly. His eyes darkened as they always did when I called him by his title. He pulled me closer and his voice dropped an octave. “Well, what will you name it, your highness?” He asked as his lips skimmed up and down the column of my throat. I tipped my head back to give him more access. My eyes fluttered close as I encircled my arms around his neck. “Hm… how about Mage’s Mate series?” I asked, dazedly because his lips were stoking my arousal as his fingers were slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

The draygon slithered down the staircase like the lizard it had evolved from. The warriors took their cues from him and readied themselves for battle. They moved apart and situated themselves to allow half of them to shift then shoot up in the air. The other half drew their weapons to face down the Blue Draygons. I understood at that moment why Erik had spoken of horses as a sign of peace. There was no way they would have been able to fight while riding a garrison of thresons. -Bring me, my mate! - Tohr shouted through his mind.

My father then came back home wounded, it was a terrible fight. " The demon warlords came into existence alongside the dragons. It was said that one of the dragons had turned evil, and because of this the supreme created a rider for the dragon lost its power and fully accepted dark forces. Then centuries later, the demon warlords appeared, threatening our existence by killing the Dragonlord. This was the same as killing a Dragon, if the Dragon rider leaves, then his dragon once killed can be reborn. But if a dragon rider dies –" "The Dragon dies with him," I said, completing his sentence. I immediately went silent to listen to the story. This was actually the first time my father and I had s

The warrior shook his head in guilt and shame and looked at the floor. Drago laughed. A chilling, haunting laugh that swarmed the entire warehouse like bees in a hive. From the corner of my eye, I saw Drago reach into his pocket. I held my breath. Was he going to shoot the warrior? He took out a tiny bottle. “Drink this,” he ordered coldly. The warrior looked at the bottle helplessly. “Drink it,” Drago repeated. The warrior continued staring, realising his fate. “NOW!” The warrior took the tiny bottle and gulped it down. The room held its breath. Within a few seconds, the warrior slumped to the floor and I glimpsed foam coming out from his mouth.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

First the stars, then the fire. I sighed, shaking my head, I took another sip. Dragons have always been my favourite mythological creatures. While others adored vampires and werewolves, I fell in love with the magnificent dragons that soared the skies and breathed fire. I do love vampires and werewolves, but it was the dragons that truly won my heart. Vampires and werewolves had a possessive and aggressive side, I didn’t mind that, but there was something about the gentle, yet protective, creatures, these dragons- were simply drawn to me. Like me, dragons liked to keep hold of their own.. their treasures. I giggled, “Maybe, I really am going crazy from stress.”

Startled, he resolved to act decisively and chanted the Dragon Move Technique. Wilbur shouted, "Sixth level: Dragon's Shadow!" A golden light orb appeared above Wilbur's head and merged with the black dragon. The dragon transformed into a golden dragon, roaring thunderously. It broke free from the Light Warrior's grip and whipped its tail, striking the Light Warrior hard. Boom! The Light Warrior disintegrated into specks of white light instantly. The Child of Light's avatar began to fade, becoming transparent. Exhausted, Wilbur fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, blacking out from fatigue.

Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision. And now, It was time for the War Immortal to appear, riding his majestic Agalariept. He carried his sword on his back, still dripping with blood from his enemies. The helmet on his head was topped with twisted dragon horns. And the armour he wore was made from the dragon's impenetrable scales. This appears to be his latest victim.

The Dragon of Discreet furrowed his brows at the Drake. “… Dragon of Obeisance. The wars between the Destroyer and the world is upon us and here we are sticking to the advice of some Humane who definitely should follow our instructions not the other way round. We are the rulers of the world not some low creatures on the totem pole!”

“Maliyah!” As I get closer I see her dragon, Terra, is in chains and she is struggling to break free. There are two warlocks fighting against Maliyah and she is holding her own well. I push myself harder and tackle a warlock, immediately snapping his neck. His body disappears, leaving only one left.