Novel & Cerita Robot Dragons

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

The X City- The Capital City of Country X. Characters on focus. Ronald Si Long- The strongest dragon and one of a kind in a million years. He is a hybrid of a Blue flame Ice phoenix and an Azure Dragon. He is rebellious and doesn’t want love as he believes love did not even save his mother in the Dragonic World War. He has the ability to sniff even an insect and know its birth parents and the life it has lived with its history back to three generations. But, he couldn’t sniff Anita and he becomes an opponent worthy for his practices.

“Are you planning to obtain the treasure from the tower, Master?” Xatia asked curiously. “I have to give it a try, at the very least!” James looked at the ladies. “All of you are only at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Third Tribulation, so stand back.” Xatia was about to say something when she saw James rush toward the Bromeliere Tower already. At that very moment, ground shaking and deafening roars could be heard as two gigantic dragons glided out of the tower. Both dragons radiated powerful Genesis Qrohms as they flew toward James.

Here I'm being saved, yet again, by a Drakon. The giant dragon lands near the Palace's front gates with a heavy thump. Seconds later, a lavender and blue-toned Phoenix also lands nearby. Lowering itself, the dragon opens its left wing, creating a ramp for me to dismount. I slide down, stumbling as my feet hit the puffy snow. My legs shake uncontrollably, my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water trying to consume as much Oxygen as possible while riding the adrenaline rush as I observe the intimidating being before me. Its Godzilla-like body shape reminds me of Bahamut from the Final Fantasy franchise, gargoyle wings twice its corporal size, glowing blue spine spikes from head to tai

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

"I’ll lead them back, but you have to keep your promise too." Rozi, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "I assure you, though I’m a member of the Abioyes, I only kill evil dragons." "You’re from the Abioye family?" Dracheon exclaimed in shock, "In that case, I can’t let you go. All three hundred and five dragons from the Dagahras died at the hands of the Abioyes. Only three of us brothers are left. Revenge is ours to claim." Dracheon lunged at Rozi, ready to fight to the death, completely forgetting the earlier agreement.

“The township of Scolven is governed by a drakken, he is one the last few that still remain. Being pretty much dead centre in between the borders of the southern imperial side and the northern region ruled by the godking, he has kept his township neutral, not siding with either ruler. He has surprisingly been able to keep his town in one piece, not war-ravaged or sacked by either side and after one hundred years of constant war, the General of the imperials and the godking have built enough respect for him to allow his rule to override their own while their soldiers are inside of his area of control, which is denoted by a set of bright red crystals that unless one is blind to all cannot miss

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

The event kept going down to the main one. When Xavion started the G-Dragon demo, everyone's eyes were on the stage. It was amazing. The G-Dragon is a robotic pet that can communicate with its owners and become your companion at home. It navigates by each program as implemented by the owner. You can simply design your pet according to your liking and budget. We have a few options: a g-dragon, a g-cat, and a g-dog. This is my father's new collection in his Empire robotic business, which he is slowly passing on to me.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.