Novel & Cerita The Rage Of Dragons

The air around us thrummed with danger, my father’s fury a mantle of shadow threatening to crush us. "If you won't stop this madness," I said, voice shaking with the magnitude of my betrayal, "then you leave me no choice. I will kill you myself." Resolve solidified into action. My dragon surged forward, colliding with his in a formidable clash of scale and sinew. The impact was deafening, power reverberating between us, and I watched as my father’s dragon began its tumultuous descent, wings flailing as the earth rushed up to meet it.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.

Dragomir tagged along with her, “Well for starters you’re admiring a yellow dress, you don’t like yellow…” She turned to look at him, “How do you even know that?”. He ignored her question, “Also, your cheeks are crimson, flaming crimson and this is not how your cheeks look like when you blush because you are shy or out of embarrassment. This has an eerie red tint to it that screams murderous anger!” Raisel held his gaze unable to say a thing, he knew a lot about her more than she even realized. It made her almost smile… “I can’t quite understand your anger”, he squinted his eyes and stared at her, “If your anger is for the scallywag of a king who abducted the dragon and subjected him to tort

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?!"

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

In the heart of this struggle, my eyes locked onto my captive sister, held in the clutches of multiple adversaries. Her desperate gaze meets mine, and an unspoken plea resonated between us.The air crackled with tension as my rage became a palpable force, fueling my determination to break free. Nerves tense, muscles bulge, and the soldiers, though disciplined, find themselves grappling with a force beyond their expectation. Despite their combined strength, I was a tempest of emotion, each movement fueling my rage and sending more power through me. "Keep him steady!" commanded one of the men, his grip vice-like on my arm as he attempted to restrain me in place.

He growled under his breath, panting. "She hasn't seen me yet she already hates me..." He reached for his jar of ale, knocking it down his throat, the ale spilling from the corner of his mouth down to his jaw. All that and yet he still felt uncomfortable. Unsatisfied. His beast paced the edges of his mind, bristling in obvious anger. It drove him to the brink of madness. Draco knew this kind of rage could make that dark urge arise. The urge to go into the villages and raid his people for blood.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

They wove defensive spells as they launched bolts of pure energy and struck. The dragons responded with unbridled fury. The ice dragon's breath swept across the battlefield in devastating arcs, freezing attackers mid-leap. The fire dragon's massive tail whipped through clusters of defenders, sending bodies flying like broken dolls. Their claws raked through flesh, leaving trails of blood and screams in their wake. Eva quickly erupted a protective shield around their people and raised her hands with distress. "Please, calm yourselves! I am not your enemy—" Her words died beneath their thunderous roars as both dragons surged forward again, rage overriding all reason.