روايات وقصص ضمن Ninjago: Dragons Rising Villains

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

They had reached his chest before it had finally realized there were two people running up him. The beast stared at them with yellow draconic eyes as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Sophia stared up at the dragon. Unlike, Elijah’s transformation, this dragon seemed antagonistic. With yellow slit eyes and black marks all over his body, she was sure it came here to destroy. But how did he manage to enter the kingdom? Does that mean his teammates are…? Sophia shook her head. She knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just stand here like a civilian when her teammates were in danger. She scaled the beast herself, determined to be of help to Leon and Zain.

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

Vilfredo’s were trembling like a leaf now. Opposite Nathan, Draco was the nastiest dragon one could find. His temper was way over the top. He killed and ruined everything in sight. He killed for his son. “Hah! I love that expression so damn much. Goodbye. Good luck running away.” She walked away, humming out loud. “No, no, NOOOOO~” Vilfredo was screaming at the top of his lungs now. It was without a doubt that his voice resonated with the entire underground cells.

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Rori looked around for Destiny and Andy, but she could no longer find them, looking around frantically she heard the blood-curdling roar again and as she rose to her feet, she heard the large glass wall behind her shatter as a magnificently dark red scales and wings came crashing through the wall. Rori shielded her eyes but screamed as soon as she felt a heavy weight grip her around the waist. As she moved her hands to fight the foreign assailant she heard the unmistakable rumble of Murdok’s voice. “Rori,” was the only word he spoke, and as Rori’s eyes traveled from the gigantic black and red scaled claw wrapped around her up the muscular appendage until she stopped at the most magnificent a

The look in Diego's eyes made king Damien realize that it had been a while since he last saw someone stare at him the way Diego was . " We dragons , are far more superior than you silly humans . The fact that you have created all those new weapons , doesn't mean that you have the upper hand . You, humans, are foolish if you think that you can win against us with your little tricks . Just a little flip of my fingers is enough to destroy an entire kingdom . So you better not think about things that don't belong to you . " said king Damien with a serious tone .

There were no fallen leaves on the ground and so their feet landed on soft grass, the noise padded. “Someone grabbed me back there,” Riyin said after he had swiped at his face. “That would be me. You almost got yourself killed.” What? Yisuf almost got him killed. “How do you mean, there was a clearing up ahead.” Yisuf sighed. “Yes, and you would have run straight into the Mahi Riders’ camp. The Mahi Riders? Who were those? Riyin had never heard of them before. Yisuf sensed the boy’s ignorance. “Did Thorn raise you in a cave? I hear dragons love to stay there where they can remain ancient and out of touch.”