Red Dragon Emperor Juggernaut Drive Novels & Stories

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

Theo firmly stated, "I said we have not surpassed them. In my territory, failing to achieve total superiority is the same as a loss." Kyler’s face paled instantly. "That is biologically impossible." He leaned in, his voice urgent. "The Hill Group is fed the prime cuts from Windspire’s vaults. They use the Regalcrest Micro and Dragon Slayer drivers—ancient tech-lore that no other pack in the world can replicate." Theo flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve with chilling indifference. "We at Regent Global also utilized the Regalcrest. Did you find our performance lacking?"

"Strider and the others won't be able to defeat him, but War Legate Draco is still at Enigma City. We'd be exposing ourselves to the outlanders if we go there now. “I believe the emperor is like Strider. They both gained powers thanks to the Isle 416 meteorites. "What are you saying, sir?" Sylvia asked. "Whatever problem it may be, there’s always a solution. Strider and Remy are currently fighting the man, so just stand down for now. After all, it won’t be easy for a remnant of the past to defeat someone of the present. It’s a shame the emperor isn’t very bright." Jerome pointed at his head.

Emma shouted as she clambered to the front. He was already gone, tearing the back doors open and leaping into the fray. Marcus gunned the engine, but the truck wasn’t fast enough. Emma reached into her satchel and pulled out two blackfire needles, tossing them from the moving vehicle. They exploded in a wall of flame, incinerating three of the creatures—but more poured through. Long shifted mid-air into her dragon form, diving into the oncoming horde with a burst of flame that lit up the entire forest.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

Not easily derailed rouge jumped up that when he let his reserves about his abilities go, well to at least save him from the pending paperwork. Using his fire element favorite origin, rage. With its fur lit in orange ambers, the persistent flame continued to dig until it howled in pain and the scent of burnt hair followed the dog. He released flame to destroy the bustard and for some reason the dragon joined voluntarily burning it, to a crisp. The dog might have ruined a moment or worse severed the growing attraction which could be a twisted form of beastiality, right? It is a shifter there must be a human in there, at least he hopes. ‘’I have to go.’’

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

She caught his eye, offering a slow, confident nod. The bond between them hummed—a quiet, steady warmth that pushed back the lingering chill of the Void in Tristan’s chest. He visualized the heavy iron vault door in his mind. It was closed. Locked. But he held the key, and he no longer feared turning it. "Take us out, Vane," Tristan ordered. "Destination: The Emperor’s Highway. Let's go cut the Empire’s throat." The *Mammoth* roared. It wasn't the clunky, coal-choked cough of a standard locomotive. Fueled by the refined blue Aether, the engine purred with a high-frequency whine, smooth and lethal.

Matthew took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ahem. Good morning everyone and I wish you all a wonderful day. As you know, I am Matthew Dragunov, the newest Dragon Emperor of Destruction after inheriting my ancestor’s power. I have heard the many questions you all have and am here to answer them. As of now the Scarlett Empire remains our enemy. Although my friend here inherited the Scarlett Witch’s legacy, she is not an ally of the Scarlett Empire either. We both seek no quarrel with any one, but we will not simply stand idly if you seek to harm us.”