Komik Dragon Warior Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t answer her, he can do that. Turning my attention back to the little dragon, I watch him walk across the floor. He pauses and takes a chicken leg from the platter at the edge of the table. I’m amused when the warrior reaches for it, only to find it gone. He looks around and then takes another piece, still not seeing the dragon who just walked behind him. The flames on the black body are almost out at this point.

The figure was flying towards them at a rapid pace. "W-What is that?" “Is that a person?” Second Warlord's pupils continued to dilate. What was he seeing? Was it a dragon? Or was it a human? “Prepare to fight!" First Warlord bellowed as he recollected himself. The Eight Warlords quickly spread out. Frederick, who had already transformed into a dragon, landed in the center. "Who are you?" First Warlord asked through clenched jaws, trying to suppress his fear.

Out of her peripheral vision, Morgana saw a monstrous black dragon land directly in front of them, the heat coming off of him was scorching, and Morgana understood that the Dragon king stood before them as her mates bowed their heads in supplication. "My king, well met, we bring news of a supernatural war unfolding in the human realm," Kuraokami spoke formally, and paused, waiting for permission to carry on. "Speak freely." The black dragon rumbled and the triplets nodded their understanding with Takaokami stepping forward to continue.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

“Are you all really ready to go to war, just for me? Because that’s what this means. If I don’t return home, it will be war on the dragons. They won’t just be stealing eggs. They’ll be on a hunt and kill mission.” “In the dragon world, we follow the queens, Skylar. Cyryl is our new queen, and she has chosen you as her rider. That makes you a leader in our thunder. If you want to talk about war, we've been at war with the royals for years. The reason behind the war may be different, but the actions between royals and dragons hasn't changed.” I feel like my world is spinning out of control, like the rug was just yanked out from under me and I flipped over, but rather than falling to the ground

With a resounding boom, Alpha, his friends, and the bodyguards all went pale; their earlier bravado evaporated in an instant. The Green Dragon Warriors of the Draconian Order? What in the world was happening? The Draconian Order was a force to be reckoned with in Westernia, rumored to be a branch of the formidable Green Dragon Warriors. Every member was a powerhouse, even the least among them was a warrior of military king stature. However, the true terror lay with the Green Dragon Warriors' four Guardians, each a general-level colossus, and the Draconian Order's master was none other than a God of War!

Dan’s most ferocious men were single-handedly defeated by Draco. The six men struggled but they got up on their feet. “Do you know why I broke one arm each? The six of you are veterans who came back from the battlefield yet you become the hitmen of some lousy gangster? The six of you are a disgrace!” Draco then slowly removed his glasses, which had remained in place throughout the brief fight. When the six men saw Draco’s face without the glasses, they were dumbfounded. “Chief Commander Draco Lang?! The chief commander of the War Dragon Squad?!”

His lips quivered in fear as he stared at the dragon's eyes, which were like flames and body, so ancient and dark. “What do you want?” Minerva asked absentmindedly as the dragon stared into her soul. It nudged her head, its snout as if he could read her mind. Then it looked away from her. Behind her, Vincent stood there, a protective hawk. He didn't like it that there was another watching out for Minerva. “I don't like this dragon,” Vincent murmured. Minerva would have laughed if they were not in a situation like this. The dragon tilted its head as if he heard what Vincent had said. Then it moved his attention back to Minerva.