All Chapters of The Dragon Slayer's Queen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

As we approached the town, the cobblestone streets of Hampton were slick with rain, reflecting the dim glow of the gas lamps that lined the alleyways. The group moved swiftly, our breaths visible in the chilly night air. I led the way, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I could feel Ari stirring within me, sensing the heavy tension in the air."Stay alert," I whispered to everyone. Beside me, Bella looked at me and nodded, her eyes glowing as she scanned the shadows. Katie, Bella's dragon, was equally vigilant, her presence ready for anything. Jenifer and Amanda flanked them, their fae and magical energies intertwining to create a protective barrier around the group.. Alex walked at the rear, his eyes never leaving the city's dark corners. His newfound dragon, a fierce and ancient entity, kept him on edge, its instincts honed by centuries of battle. Liam stayed close to my side, his hand occasionally brushing against mine, a silent promise of protection. So

The journey to the elder's village felt almost surreal. We were cloaked in silence as we all lost ourselves in thought while navigating the rough terrain. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth washing over us like a soothing balm, a welcome change from the chill that clung to our bones after the battle. I walked beside Liam, our fingers intertwined, each gentle touch offering comfort and reassurance.I could feel Ari's restlessness inside me. “We did well last night,” she murmured softly in my mind. But this is just the beginning.”I nodded, my gaze fixed on the path ahead. Ari was right—we hadn’t seen the last of Mariah. Her attack was only the first act in a long and challenging drama. There were many things to consider: the council’s involvement, Liam’s impending betrothal, and the queen’s soon-to-arrive presence. Each was like a piece of a puzzle we hadn’t yet solved.Bella strolled alongside Liam on my other side, her hand resting gently on Alex's shoulder. Katie, Bella’s drag

The journey to the elder's village unfolded in silence, each of us caught in the web of our own thoughts, the echoes of the recent battle lingering in the cool, crisp air. It felt surreal, stepping away from the chaos of conflict and into the serene embrace of nature. The village lay nestled within a lush valley, framed by majestic mountains that stood like guardians against a turbulent world.As we approached, the elders emerged from their humble huts, their expressions blending curiosity and concern. Time had etched its wisdom onto their faces, each line a testament to battles fought and lessons learned. Their dragon forms were breathtaking, scales sparkling in the sunlight, a vivid reminder of their ancient power.The eldest among them, a grand dragon with scales as white as freshly fallen snow, stepped forward. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me as he spoke with a voice that resonated like thunder, “Welcome, travelers. We have been expecting you.”Taking a deep

The city of Cordiva is alive tonight, with every tower and bridge strung in veins of silver-blue fire. The palace at its core is a cathedral of shadow and light. The air smells of ozone, petrichor, and ancient stone, and Zayla feels the weight of her future with every step towards the gates. The twins walk side by side—Bella’s eyes fixed, hands knotted into fists; Zayla’s fingers flex nervously, brushing against the cool scales beneath her skin. Behind them, Liam keeps pace, his expression unreadable, and Jenifer is beside him with a thousand-yard stare that misses nothing. Alex and Amanda bring up the rear, barely speaking, the tension between them palpable and brittle. At the outer wall, twelve guards in armor that ripples like dragon hide snap into formation. Their halberds cross, a razor lattice barring the group’s path. For a heartbeat, Zayla’s mind flicks to fire, to violence, but Ari’s voice is a taut whisper: “No. Play the part. Let them take us in.” Zayla’s pulse calms—barely

The trail through the Dragonspine was treacherous, filled with broken bones and black ice. With every fourth step, Zayla braced herself for seeing a corpse or a trap. Below their ledge, the river wept with cold, white spray, while the mountain’s shadow writhed, swallowing the sun long before nightfall. For a day and a half, they had been climbing, following Jenifer’s map, with hunger and doubt gnawing at everything that wasn’t muscle, scale, or raw, frantic will.On the third evening, the wind finally died down. The world felt razor-thin—one stray gust could send them all tumbling. At the lip of a crumbling bridge, Bella paused, blue scales surfacing on her cheekbones. “I don’t like this,” she hissed, her voice hollow from the strain. “It’s too quiet.”Behind them, Alex limped, while Amanda kept casting nervous glances at the ravine. The Queen—her hair now mottled with frost and hands trembling even when she thought no one was watching—pressed on, forcing the pace. Only Liam seemed at