Novel & Cerita A Dragonslayer's Peerless Regression Novel

I fumbled my toes, reading the chapters intently as the atmosphere quieted down. The other reason why I was so excited for the newest chapter was, it stopped at a good part where another new character is introduced. It was a mythical dragon, named as Clairmont but people called him Halberdier of Chaos, Rodrigar. Even though he’s just introduced in about a few chapters, somehow, he immediately became my favorite. I don’t know how should I put it, but maybe I’m attracted by how the author managed to explain his appearance in detail; a dark skin tone, piercing golden eyes with a spiraling red around it’s cornea, tall stature, and leanly muscular body. The author also stated in their notes that

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face forward. "It'd seem I still have a long way to go. Much of your horde still looks at me with contempt," he comments. "Dragons have been reclusive for many years now, and we are very wary of outsiders. Not to mention your kind is our natural enemy." "You're right, I suppose," he says, flashing me a broad smile. "Do not worry, they will accept you in time," I assure him, "Dragon slayers played a major part during The Fires of Alira. Much of my horde lived back in those days. Time may not heal all wounds, but understanding can."

How long have I been left crawling in the dark, scavenging for answers? “Nora, it is not what you think. Flavius and I discovered this power of his only today. Rest assured you have nothing to worry about,” Soren says with a reassuring smile. My body relaxes as relief floods through me. “So, you guys just found out about this? I do not get it. How could he be a dragon slayer?” I voice thoughtfully. “I have a theory about that. After all, being a dragon slayer is a family trait,” Soren says.

“He thinks he is better than me being mister big shot from the city, I’ll show him what this Dragonslayer can do!” As the dragon began to descend towards the group Drago sprinted towards the cliff face, leaping over the edge Drago stole a glance below him, all he saw was the small ledge and below that the ocean, he felt like he was going to vomit, Drago inhaled searching for his target. “Focus now! please, please, please, oh shit,” finding the dragon just before it passed him he fired the crossbow. Drykator watched Drago fire the bolt, it sank deep into the dragon’s scales and Drago was gone.

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

Ancient. Dragons. Yes, I had enough in me to create an echo. Enough to ping the first layer. But not enough to fully activate anything else. If anything, that made me not the catch. A placeholder. Something else was the prize. And whose blood, aside from mine, would cause Maelin’s trap to spring? One person. Nora Carver. The girl who shouldn’t exsist. The girl who rose from the ashes of six dragon clans I’d burned long ago.

She couldn't bear the thought of her beloved Rhea suffering even the slightest discomfort. Rhea panicked when Mother refused and anxiously paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "I'm marrying him! If you won't allow it, I'll bash my head in right here!" Mother nearly fainted at the threat. Terrified, she hastily consented. When I saw the smug smile on Rhea's face, I knew that she'd been reborn too. In our previous lives, she'd rushed to claim Drakon Ragnarok of the prestigious fire dragon clan. I had been forced into a marriage with Flint Greyfang of the wolves and had been exiled to the desolate wetlands.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

“I ran but didn’t get very far, just to the street where I was almost hit by a car. That car happened to be driving Richard Johnson, the king of dragons. Was it my good luck or destiny or whatever… I don’t know, what I know is that night, a couple of dragons took me with them and gave me the best home anyone can ever have. It took me time to relax around them, a lot of time… a couple of months… to believe they would not hurt me. Later, when I was older, they told me what else happened that night, what I wasn’t aware of… apparently, they got out of the car to see if I was hurt, but they found me repeating that they were going to take my blood in some state of shock. So mom stayed with me and