Komik Dragon Warior Novels & Stories

He carefully sets my mug in front of me. “What were you before the war?” This line of questioning surprises him greatly. He goes very still, cupping his mug between both hands, and stares down into the liquid for several seconds before replying, “I….” He furrows his brows. For a moment, distant memories play out behind his eyes, but he blinks and shakes his head. “My father was the Dragon King of Quartzspire. I was the prince, the heir of his territory. Uhm… but I wasn’t a warrior until the war. None of us were, really.”

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.

A few even went as far as to willingly break an arm as an apology, forcing them to have to rest within the village for a few extra days. As for the rest, they apologized with the first set but were secretly sneering at Draco Blade, thinking that he's a coward. This set includes both Draco Pine and Draco Scale, the third and fourth strongest warriors of the lizardman group respectively. Draco Blade could tell that these few were going to do something but since he had already given them a warning and secured the safety of the rest, he would not say anything more. He has already gone against his instincts for them once; he won't be doing so again.

The people scrambled to their feet as the bird hovered around us. It was not a bird, but a dragon. Did the Dragon Lords bring the war to us? But I was too weak and dying to care. They watched as it descended. The frail-heartened ones took to their heels while the stronger ones stayed and watched. The three warriors flogging me stood still and watched the dragon. Other warriors had shifted into their wolves, ready to fight it, beast to beast. The dragon landed with a thud and raised a hell of dust. A body dashed through the dust and three heads rolled down in front of me. The head of the warriors whipped me. It made sickness build up in me.

Adrian responded without reservation, unleashing the Scarlet Dracoblade Sword rays after sword rays, phantom after phantom, entwined with Azaan's killer move. Adrian's figure transformed into a crimson dragon, whistling and dancing in the sky. Simultaneously, the Black Dracoblade was swiftly brandished. Two dragons, one red and one black, twisted and clashed with Azaan's giant deity, creating intense shockwaves. In the midst of their heated battle, a tiger roar echoed. Turning to look, Cormac joined in, unwilling to be left out. "Your methods are extraordinary. I'll join in for some fun. Please forgive me if I embarrass myself!" Cormac said.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

As soon as the man appeared, the crowd either knelt or bowed in unison once again. “Greetings to the Dravon War King!” The man was none other than Wyot Dalibor, the Dravon War King who ranked sixth among the Jademora Empire’s Thirteen Warriors. Wyot raised his hand in response to their greetings, casting Zared a sideways glance. Adair hurriedly said, “Dravon War King…” Wyot waved his hand dismissively.

he ordered the other dragons. Amora, whom I had told to leave to save herself, stood by in the brush, watching. Her scent was covered, but her heartbeat pounded loudly for my ears along with Odessa's, who thumped quietly. Plumes of smoke trailed instantaneously. My dragon barely had time to bring the smoke back into our body. Our teeth attached to the first warrior's throat so quickly the other stood back, howling for mercy. With one flick of my neck, the warrior would be dead, along with its mate.

I looked at Gideon who’s expression gave nothing away as he caught my gaze. “King Sorin, my house is your house but enough with the titles and bullshit. We have work to do and an enemy to kill.” We discussed our plans and Sorin listened quietly and made one or two recommendations. As dinnertime arrived we had finally all agreed on a plan. Sorin’s warriors were trained to fly their dragons, a fact I was pleased to hear.

"Long ago, Dragon existed... But how did they come into existence. There was a war, between two king's... The war was never ending, both sides were equally strong and had great Warriors. In a bid to end the war, one of the king's... King Gerald decided to seek help from a sorcerer. The sorcerer casted a spell on the warriors of the kingdom and that spell turned them into dragons by day and men by night. With the help of the spell, the war came to an end with king Gerald winning of course. The dragon's flew back home, happy to meet with their wives and kids.... eager for the spell to be broken, but a grave news awaited them. The sorcerer had died leaving no clue as to how the spell could be b