A Dragonslayer's Peerless Regression Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I had learned the layouts of the land, and I had even heard tales about our neighboring kingdoms. But nowhere had I ever heard about the land like this. The Dragon Lord was prosperous, and his land was great. So why were there these terrible holes in the land? Why did it look like the very earth was dying? I pulled my coat tighter around me, the cold seeping into my veins like a curse, like a drug. "What's going on here, Dracul?" I whispered to myself, the wind stealing my breath and whipping it away so quickly that I couldn't even hear my own words.

Across one link. Then another. Then another. Emmy stood. Ignisvath rose beside her. They joined hands. Not because the magic demanded it. Because they chose to. The chain broke. The sound shook the Dragontooth Mountains. Xander roared. Caliana screamed. Dimitrius raised his staff. White fire erupted toward the ceiling. The broken chain fell. And from inside the First Flame— something stepped forward. A dragon. Not flesh. Not entirely. Made of white flame and black shadow.

Born within the spotlight as the only daughter of the world’s famous musician and actor, her life full of awards and becoming the world’s renowned novelist was the life the people expected her about. But behind her fame and perfect life to die for, is a missing piece that she keeps on searching for ever since the accident that happened to her fifteen years ago, and the mystery novel she entitled ‘BLOOD RESONANCE’. In that novel and the series of unexpected curses and blood sacrifices lead her in claiming the hurtful past and the memory she forgot fifteen years ago. Now coming back inside the cursed book, to the series of changes, unfortunate love's past, and reincarnation she soon bumps into

All of the dragons growled in unison, it was very loud, and the very foundations of the earth shook. As Raisel stared at them, something struck her, how very different she was from Dragomir. Their lives were like two parallel lines. He was a dragon, and not only that he was king of the dragons which means he had responsibilities that had to be fulfilled. He had the stone too which means the dragons were powerful. She was only a human girl now, their adventure had come to an abrupt end. She had to go back to Avalon, to her life there.

The ice in my very veins melted as he grew even taller than he normally was and more muscular,ripping Zephyros's tunic in the process. I staggered backwards and tripped on a branch. I fell backwards on my rump and even the sting was not enough to take my eyes off him. He exhaled and the nearest tree turned to ash immediately. i scrambled backwards on impulse and the branch i had tripped on got caught in his web. He opened his eyes and twin pools of fire peered down at me. I didn't need Luna to tell me i was not looking at Zephyros anymore...no. Not entirely. What stared back at me was the Fire Dragon.

“You’ve been a king’s dragon. You know the power that holds. You can have all the women you could ever want. Once I’ve dealt with ... her, we’ll talk.” I snarl, my scales rippling under my skin, ready to shift and fight Halamar to protect Naevys. However, her own anger at Halamar’s arrogance matches mine. The earth around us begins to rumble like an earthquake. The castle behind Halamar begins shuttering in the wake of Naevys’ fury. “You will stay away from my dragon,” Naevys snarls, the earth rising up around Halamar like she intends to cage him in. He’s quick to retaliate, pushing the earth back down and sending sand, dirt, and dust flying toward Naevys. She blocks it, collecting it easily

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.

But now, I read it differently. I read about my ancestors—the dragons who had ruled the skies, the kings and queens who had built empires, the warriors who had fought and died. I read about the war that had destroyed them. The betrayal that had shattered their bloodline. The survivors who had scattered to the winds. And I read about myself. Or rather, about the last of the Elyxis. The one who would rise again. The one who would restore the bloodline. "She will come," the book said. "The last daughter of the dragons. She will carry the fire. She will carry the storm. And she will bring the Elyxis back from the ashes."