Komik Dragon Warior Novels & Stories

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

Jakob War strips the world down to its simplest truths. You fight for something. Or you die for nothing. There is never anything in between. I stand at the edge of the amphitheater terrace, my dragon crouched his claws clinging to the crumbling stone, watching the battlefield burn across the ancient city. Fire streaks through the sky as dragons tear at one another above the broken towers. Magic bursts across the streets below where fae warriors clash in flashes of silver and flame. And through all of it—

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I had always loved to play against a worthy opponent, but I couldn’t take a gamble on this. “I will let them fight their battle... I will win the war without the battles. It is easy that way.” “Yeah, you are only a Cyne worm,” he said with a disgusted frown. I knew it must have offended him. ”Breeding in the dragon shit...” “They don’t die from fire, you know that, right? That is what I meant. Everything else would die, even the dragons. Not the shit worms.” My dragon snorted. I saw Mateo walking towards the council room, his pace urgent, his eyes worried. I could almost smell his worry on him. The clan Red Thunder wouldn’t be too pleased by this change of events.

She leaned against me while I began to tell her. “As you saw for yourself, my brothers and I are dragon shapeshifters. We boarded our ship and escaped our world. Drakkon has been at war for many years and the weapons the Curonder’s, that is who our enemy is. They last used a weapon that had turned into germ fare. It has made our women sterile and they can no longer bear children. Along with the chemicals from the weapons that went airborne, it is killing off all vegetation. And poisoned the water. The water had all but dried up by now. My brothers and I tried to tell the council that we needed to leave our world and find someplace to start over. But they argue that with women not able to giv

"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.

We’ll have to keep a close eye on him. Would Darren be able to, though? We needed to figure out exactly what the dragons were planning when it came down to joining the war. “I know I’ve sent you dozens of letters. And I’ve voiced my thoughts on this on several occasions. What are the dragon’s plans for joining the war?” I watched as Gunnar and Squall looked directly at me. “Of course the dragons are joining the war.” Ciera spoke up on their behalf. “In time—” Gunnar began to say but Ciera cut him off.

A part of his clothing was caught by the dragon’s fire, and one of his arms and shoulders was wounded. Damn it. I hate seeing him hurt. Other Nobles race back toward the safety of Crestbane building. But in one graceful loop, the dragon flips around, opens its mouth, and spews blazing green fire, leaving a wall of blinding flames that cuts off anyone trying to escape. Then it jumps down, wraps one massive clawed hand around Warren, and launches into the sky, climbing higher and higher. Finally, in a surprisingly smooth movement, the dragon flings the screaming Noble into the air, stretches its long neck, and roasts Warren with brilliant green flames.

Felix focused on Cairo Crest, the man who had jumped from the fighter jet. He had a square face and carried an imposing presence. He was clearly no ordinary person as he radiated such a powerful air. Being able to command a fighter jet meant he had to be with the headquarters. After Aiden whispered something to him, Cairo said, "So you're the Dragon Knight working under the Phoenix Warlord? Come here! I am the Tideborne Warlord." Before Xena, there were the Four Great Warlords—the Shadowdragon Warlord, the Warlord of the East, the Warlord of Thunder, and the Tideborne Warlord. Felix had met the first three; today he faced the last.