Turtle Tail Warriors Novels & Stories

“This has gotten boring for me. I thought you would be a worthy adversary. It turns out I was wrong!” Tyndale got up and turned his attention towards Daito. Beneath the wave of embers, his sleeve could still be seen. He pulled down the strings attached to it once more and the soldiers of his army became more aggressive. Their eyes turned violet and their chants became scarier. They intensified their attacks and the Heads’ army were pushed back by the onslaught. Shinsin and Kuro emerged from the cover of the trees, scanning the area for the fallen Vurhan.

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

If I thought that Ty was the deadliest Dragon then our daughter was Death herself as she trumped in every department over her Dad. Talia wrecked havoc like a beast gone on rampage mode and now that I was in the game too, she gave me ‘The Look’ to stay where I was and protect my grand kids while she took care of the rest of the army. Where the fuck are my pack warriors and why are we the only ones guarding the Dragon Eggs ? Talia has a limit too. She can not handle an army of that size all by herself ! She needs someone !! Dragons could bear scorching hot temperatures but on the Cliff of Fires, as a Vampire-Were hybrid, I had a certain capacity to bear the lava hot warmth that blew over my bo

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the situation. The warriors looked at each other without knowing what to do. One of them mustered the courage to step forward and asked timidly, "May I know who you are, Alpha?" Uncle Daryl pinched the bridge between his nose and let out a deep sigh. "You don't recognize your Alpha?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the drama unfolding before me. Uncle Daryl was always a stickler for tradition, and he took his role as the Alpha of the pack very seriously. The young warriors, on the other hand, were a bit inexperienced and naive.

He was a living mist, a swirl of translucent currents, accompanied by the faint hum of distant storms. Opposite him stood Aeoron, the god of wind. Towering and radiant, Aeoron’s presence was sharp and commanding, his form glowing in brilliant blue, emanating raw power. Aeoron’s voice cut through the air. “Have you been keeping track of your Windax?” Ielus chuckled as a small gust spiraled around him. “A little essence has been taken, Aeoron. I know that’s what you want to tell me. But it’s just a little.”

Waves after waves of True Energy struck the Spirit Turtle. “Roar!” Enraged, the Spirit Turtle’s tail lashed out. The powerful force sent three martial artists flying. They vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. As he watched the intense battle, James’ heart skipped a beat. The Spirit Turtle seemed invincible. It was unscathed despite being attacked by so many martial artists from all sides. Not only that, the attackers seemed to be getting injured one by one. On the battlefield… Even Thomas was injured. He seized an opportunity and retreated.

I explain. Talon has scales that look like obsidian and gleaming claws on his wings that match the spikes running down his back and tail. The end of his tail is barbed and look just as sharp as his talons. Talon and Kailo’s dragon both stretch out their wings and I am shocked to see that Lyza’s dragon is bigger by a few feet, however much slenderer and appears to be less muscular. “Let the challenge begin!” King Adarath’s voice rings out.

the master-of-arms apologized. Tauran’s eyes twisted back toward the meadow of wildflowers as desperate tears escaped. Daisy would go there; she would go there to taste the slight sweet flavor of the dandelions and the succulent tang of their leaves. He panted, straining with his need to escape them and claim her, the pure soul meant to be his. After many minutes of being carried, they gently laid him down so they could rest. “Master-of-Arms can the warlock make him change back so we can carry him easier?” one of the warriors begged. The small size of his horns showed how young he was.

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Lord Daemon shouted angrily while slowly standing from his fall. The attention of his disciples was divided, some facing the villagers and others facing Keiynan's group. The tension between the rivals is even higher. “Now it’s the time for us to fight back.” Chen said. Keiynan immediately removed his defense water shield, and everyone prepared their guns. Both groups attacked simultaneously while Lord Daemon's group was in the middle. “For the Water Nation!” The woman shouted and run forward on their opponents with determination to win back their land, their family, and their freedom.