A Dragonslayer's Peerless Regression Novel Novels & Stories

She used to feel like an outcast when everyone around can shift at a whim and she used to just stand there and admire their dragons. "Laila" Valerie whispered with awe. She is feeling overwhelmed with happiness. Finally, she got to meet her dragon. She never held any hope that she might get to meet her dragon one day. But now, her dragon came back. But her happiness is quickly evoperated when Laila opened her mouth again. 'She is threatening our mate. She is threatening to kill our mate. Hydra is furious, and so is mate ' Laila said with anger on Irina.

He found it hard to believe an ordinary being’s words not from a Dragon was telling them what to do and what not to do? “Yes, an Humane to make my dialogue much more clearer. She’s a regressor with many past lives revealing to us how things ended in all her previous lives which include the failures in stopping the destruction of the world.” The Dragoness continued. “Hmm~ how are you sure she’s a regressor? And a Humane at that, their ancestors once worshipped us!” The Lung Dragon also called the Dragon of Discreet exhaled.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena. As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.

* * DAYS LATER * * Regina dreams of red. Blood and fire, inextricably intertwined, building into a raging inferno, searing on her tongue and in her veins. When she wakes, gone is the fire, leaving behind an ice-cold chill that makes her shiver as if it’s frozen her body inside out. She registers, first, the faint weight of the two dragons, pressed against her head atop her pillow. And then, the hand, still wrapped loosely in both of hers. She opens her eyes, right into Mattel’s gaze, staring right back at her.

The Dragon Royals were mere centimeters away when she turned around and pulled April into her arms. "It took you long enough!" Nefele exclaimed as April wept for joy in her arms. THE END. Please read the following pages to get sneak peeks of His Achilles Heel and Queen of the Wolves, or continue on with the Dragons of Desdayos in the Fire and Ice trilogy.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

The thought alone was cute in Delores’ eyes. “You are the insane one Roderick. Is it because I have been quiet all these years that a young dragon like yourself even dares to call me by my first name? Or is it because your parents never told you who I was.” Delores wondered as she watched Roderick’s tattered body healing slowly but surely. Even the blood that had been spilled came crawling back to Roderick, entering his body, and filling his veins and arteries once more. Dragons were just like this. It was impossible to get a simple thing out of a dragon without killing it. As long as it was alive, every single body part would return to the dragon. Even its blood was no different. So, seeing

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.