Komik Dragon Warior Novels & Stories

Orion lands with a murderous snarl, crouching above her head on all fours, wings spread to their full, menacing breadth, splayed out like a bloodthirsty threat. Darla lands on all fours just mere inches in front of the dragon and leaps agilely backwards, just in time to avoid the jet of shimmering blue-green fire streaming from Orion’s maw. Darla lands deftly on the ground on two human feet, transformed back once more. A mischievous little grin graces her features, beautiful and undaunted even in the face of a massive dragon. “So,” she says, cocking her head. “Orion will be your partner for the day, then.”

I said. “We’ve got company at the docks,” Abeloth said in my mind. “Ryder …” “Someone’s on my territory,” I said and walked briskly out of the kitchen followed by Lucas. A man climbed out of a boat and looked around. He started walking towards me when he saw us approaching him. “Dragonkin,” Lucas muttered. I had caught his scent too. He wasn’t a Sire but he also wasn’t just a warrior, he was a second in command by birth.

THE soldiers arrived at the place where Kadita and Drakaina fought earlier. Two battalions were there and already draw their weapons beside them. They search the area, narrow lanes in between houses. Drakaina don’t want to show herself to the crowd. She hates having accompany. She thinks that having accompany with weaklings are just a heavy burden to her that will slow her down on chasing their enemy. She leaves the area and goes to find Kadita. In the meantime, King Chen is now riding on his carpet like made of sand. He is heading to the walls’ gate. His instinct is telling him that it’s where he should go. After a couple of minutes, he arrived and landed softly on the ground.

I shook my head. She shrugged. "It’s okay. They’re not exactly chart-toppers or anything." "Though I think I’ve heard that Skyrim song about dragons..." I mused. She laughed. "It’s about the Dragonborn, not dragons." I frowned briefly. Whatever. "Well, if you played the video game The Elder Scrolls, you would have heard," she added. "Hmm!" I shook my head. "I haven’t played that one." When we reached the car, I went around to her side and opened the door.

Ate POV I stood up this morning with an eerie feeling. It was almost like I felt it in my bones. I didn't have to wonder what the feeling was all about. I heard the war sirens go off in the distance and that is where the panic starts to kick in. There has been no word from the other species, so I know we will be on our own. Within seconds Samantha and I made our way to the balcony and changed mid-jump. I am looking around and see that all the warriors are also making their way to the fighting. The dragons land and change one by one into human form and start fighting. I can see more than two hundred fighting against us. we are truly outnumbered.

“This is not what I came to your school for... this should not have happened!” Rori was standing there leaning against a tree with her hands clutching at her shirt and neck while she struggled to catch her breath, “what?” Murdok looked at Rori and scratched the back of his head, “I meant only to bring your shoes, but I saw how sad you looked, and your friends didn't seem to give the space you seemed to want at that moment, I'm sorry I should not have brought you out here.” Murdok hurried back to his bike, while Rori followed and neither spoke a word as he mounted the bike and offered her his helmet. Rori took the helmet and stared at it for a minute, noticing that it had a gigantic dragon on

Everyone looked for the source of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a green combat uniform briskly walking over. He had a sword on his waist, a dragon epaulet on his shoulders, and a dark green battle cap with a circle of gold stars. Reed walked over with a team of fully armed Dragon Warriors. Their faces were painted, and they had guns over their chests. They wore combat uniforms, and their faces were cold and serious! The moment Tom Coral saw Reed, his face darkened. A chill flashed in the corners of his eyes as he said, “Supreme Williams, you’re here too.”

Draco Fisk said nothing for a moment, smiling at my barely restrained contempt. "My point is that stopping a war is a fool's errand," Draco shot back. "Humanity has proven time and time again that war is in our nature. So why obstruct it, when there is so much to gain? In any war, manufacturing weapons provides jobs. It's as simple as that. If we were fighting with arrows instead of bullets I'd be the guy selling bowstrings." "Except your bowstrings," I growled, "are mechanized killing machines." Draco's grin fell off his face.

The two vials of the serum lay in her purse, but she wouldn't reach for them. "Then why did you come after me at the club?" he asked. "I" She tensed, fear still fluttering inside her despite her building arousal. "We know about the dragon war, the power vacuum it left behind and how things might escalate into something worse. I wanted to get you alone so the Brotherhood could talk to you. We want to do what we can to help avert a full-scale war, but your people and mine have never really been on talking terms." Rurik's gaze burned into hers. "Dragon war? That's what this is about? You think my family can't handle one Drakor dragon?" He chuckled. "You can tell the hunters there is nothing to

Not just any dragon. They were dragons too—every one of them born with wings and claws, fire in their lungs. But he was the Warlord. The King they had once feared and followed not because of birthright, but because of power. His wings could darken the sun. His roar had shattered mountain passes. They had called him king not out of respect, but survival. And they had forgotten. Until now. Sera didn’t scream. She just stood there, arms still outstretched, as if her body might shield them from a god.