Tokyo Revengers Mikey And Draken Novels & Stories

I blurred past him, landing a strike to his ribs and another to his throat, dropping him like a sack. The others followed, but I moved faster, jabbing pressure points, snapping arms, sweeping legs out from under them until groans and thuds filled the air. Draven fought just as hard, feral and focused. His fists cracked bone, and soon we stood surrounded by groaning, incapacitated bodies. He grabbed one of them by the shirt and yanked it up, exposing his back. There it was, the seal. “The Pale Fang,” he muttered, jaw tightening. “Same as the one in the woods.”

His lies had gone beyond baseless accusations, as he began inciting his followers to come after me. Nina Miller, the school's notorious troublemaker, was among them. "What's with that high and mighty facade, Madison? Calvin is having a huge party next month to celebrate his coming of age. He's even inviting the whole class over! It's a pity that you won't be able to attend it since you'll probably be slaving away in the kitchen!" I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I recalled the memories from my past life. In that life, my brother, Callum, had made his first public appearance at the banquet, where he had been officially acknowledged as the heir of the Latham family and Prosperous Grou

I asked, jumping out to check on her. “Yes, I am,” she said, to my complete surprise. “The water doesn’t burn us.” “But you are not a Valenor... I’m confused.” “The Valenor clan are not the only descendants of dragon-borns. My family, the Sithros, also have the same features. That’s why I married your father. That’s why you can’t be with Cassian, as perfect as he is.” “Why didn’t you tell me all of this earlier?” I asked with a frown.

The target was me. “Ava!” Before the assassin could release the trigger, Draken's eyes tracked the line of fire. He didn't think. He didn't calculate. He threw his massive body into the path of the projectile just as a heavy, silver bolt sliced through the air. Thwaaack. The sound of the impact echoed in my ears, and the entire square seemed to freeze in horror. Draken remained standing. For a single, breathless second, it looked like nothing had happened. But my eyes dropped to his side, catching the gleaming silver bolt buried deep in his ribs, a dark liquid already staining his ceremonial fur tunic.

And Draven was moving toward me. "Nyxara," Draven hissed, reaching out to grab my hair. "You think this stranger can save you? He’s a relic of a dead world. I am the future." He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising my skin. The moment his skin touched mine, the broken bond shrieked. It felt like a hot iron pressing against my soul. I screamed, falling to my knees. "Let her go!" Riven shouted, but he was pinned down by four Enforcers, their silver nets tangling around his massive frame.

He knelt before Drake on one knee, with one hand extended in front of him and the other folded behind him, with both the palms fisted and facing downwards. "I, Sean Joseph, the green dragon of the dragon race and the protector of the Ayur forests secrets, pledge my loyalties to Drake Hamilton, the orange dragon of the dragon race and the CEO of the Hamilton group" Sean pledged. When he opened the fist of the extended arm, Drake's name was floating just above the surface, before it disappeared under the flesh of his palm and disappearing from the view. Drake smiled with relief. He got up from his chair and hugged Sean and patted on his back.

The way he said her full name—including her hyphenated surname that wasn't on her tag—sent a cold ripple down her spine. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The man smiled, a tight, controlled expression. "Not yet. My name is Marcus Chen." He lowered his voice. "And I believe you've been dreaming about dragon coins." Casey's coffee cup slipped from her hand, splashing across the counter. "What—how did you—" "Careful," Marcus said, reaching out with impossible speed to catch her cup before it hit the floor. His sleeve pulled back slightly, revealing what looked like scales—actual golden scales—at his wrist.

The Grand Master and Roger burst into sarcastic laughter; since they sensed the devastating effect that such a revelation would cause. As soon as the circumstance arose, that verdict would be fulfilled irrevocably. The circumstance arose sooner than expected. -The executioner appeared before, break this wretch's soul until she repents for what she did –ordered the Grand Master of the sacrilegious order. "With the greatest pleasure, Grand Master," the great executioner answered happily. This ordinance was a pleasure she had wanted to perform for a long time. In this way he would take revenge for the "false starts" of his enemy P. He was happily grateful to Dr. de la Pierre, "his protector", f

The Dragon League collapsed overnight. Some people said that he had been poisoned by his subordinates, whilst others said that he had been murdered by a mysterious power. There were all kinds of rumors. The current bigshots of Jenaire City had all once been the subordinates of Drake. Tyger and Clive were among them… Rex had never imagined that he would ever meet the descendant of Drake one day! When he saw the hundreds of dragon tattoos in front of him, they seemed like ferocious dragons dancing and whirling around Scarlett.