Red Dragon Emperor Juggernaut Drive Novels & Stories

So, among the other clans, the turtle clan had obtained more information than the clans out there about the new dragon emperor. "If that's what the grand elder wants, let's go meet him. Three days, right? I want to see how our new emperor brings light as our ancient ancestors said!" said the leader of the turtle clan with a fairly enthusiastic heart. The turtle clan had always been neutral and did not interfere with the affairs of the other two clans. They did not even intend to get involved with the two clans when they were planning to fight against the dragon clan. It wasn't that they didn't have such intentions, but they were still aware of their shortcomings. In the past, the turtle clan

asked the seated figure. “Yes, that’s why I came to celebrate with you, my brother!” replied the man in red-and-black robes with a dragon symbol on his shoulder. When the man with snow-white hair heard his brother’s reply, a happy smile spread across his face as well. They had been waiting a long time for the heir’s appearance, and now that he had finally arrived, their hearts were filled with joy. The two sat together, sipping the wine in their hands, gathered to discuss the arrival of the heir—the very one for whom they had carefully prepared an artifact long ago. Only those who were worthy could use it and awaken what lay dormant within it. Well, even though it hadn’t fully awakened yet,

He looks pale, sweat beading on his forehead. "Drakon!" Leon shouts. "I heard shots! Is it Reapers?" "Drone," Drakon snarls, shoving me into the car. He follows, slamming his fist on the 'Garage' button. "Military grade. Heavy machine gun." The doors close. The car descends. Silence falls. Heavy. Suffocating. Drakon stares at the floor numbers ticking down. 40... 30... 20... His chest heaves. His hands are clenched into fists so tight his knuckles are white.

He told them to teach them to be kind and hard-working people. My father didn’t think there would ever be a time where he would have to send the Trifacta back to earth. The Golden Dragons were able to protect the people from anyone ever overthrowing kingdoms and lands ever again. When the Trifacta Bohoja is activated, the Dragon Emperor’s tomb is also activated, it triggers the Black Dragons. They become mindless beast whose main objective is to get the blood of the Trifacta Bohoja. Once the Tomb is triggered the Dragon Emperor’s power began to seep out to his dragons making them bigger, stronger, and deadlier. They don’t care who or what they destroy to get to them.” Mylan said, as she wal

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

Kailo shifts quickly, his clothes ripping, and his body increasing in size. In seconds, Kailo becomes a large orange-red dragon, with a muscular form and short, powerful wings. “He’s not a Fury,” I mutter in realization. One of the guards nods. “Lyza and her uncle are the only Fury dragons that anyone knows of.” I hear a cry and see Lyza on her hands and knees. Her face is twisted in pain as her bones move and rearrange themselves. Her skin slowly becomes black and scaled, and her limbs bend into clawed feet.

The Dragon Guards looked up at the sky. However, they saw nothing but clouds. "That's just a trick!" they sneered. In the next moment, their expression changed drastically. A combat aircraft suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Hang on—it didn’t appear out of nowhere. This was a sixth generation stealth fighter, the newest model of Drakonia's combat aircraft! The combat aircraft dove downward and circled above their heads with guided missiles attached. A log hauler soon arrived, and stopped far away. The shells were raised and aimed at them.

"It seems one of the prisoners is at least part dragon." Edge sputtered. "A dragon? How? What?" He leaned in. "All of the dragons are dead. Our emperor, Jagg the Dragon Slayer killed all of the dragons personally." He yanked Laeddin and me from Vyne's grasp. "Go after him. Kill them both. Jagg must never know. Understand?" "Yes, Liege." Vyne spread his wings and jumped into the air. He flew with a lot more grace than the first gargoyle and was out through the ceiling in no time.

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.