A Dragonslayer's Peerless Regression Novel Novels & Stories

For several seconds, I didn't move. Then the memories hit me like a fist. The bridge. The black glass spreading beneath my feet. The silver light ripping through it. And the dragon, vast as a storm, dropping out of the sky. His voice still rang in my skull, low enough to rattle my bones. *Who dares to touch my mate?* I bolted upright. The room swung sideways, and I clawed at the sheets until the dizziness drained away, leaving my heart pounding. Where was I?

The molten gold in my veins—the dormant, terrifying legacy of the Phantom Dragons—began to accelerate, instinctively rejecting the hostile environment. It was the ultimate, fundamental reflex of a predator refusing to be throttled by a lesser system. "They think they can freeze our physical hardware to force a surrender," I murmured softly. I watched my reflection in the dark glass. The human, unremarkable brown of my irises was slowly bleeding away, replaced by the blazing, incandescent gold of draconic slit-pupils. I turned back to face Xander and Caleb. "But they made a critical miscalculation. They forgot that the true root directory of this city doesn't run on diesel fuel."

Alexi had told me that the longer they were in their world, the longer it would take for them to return, and I cursed my heart for falling too deeply in love with them. Martha told me the most interesting story when she saw the mark on my shoulder. The patient I had thought was challenged initially happened to be a heartbroken dragon mate who lost her mind while waiting for her mate to return. The moment she saw the mark, she began to cry, telling me they won't return. She showed me her mark, and I realised she was the one that wrote the infamous' Fucked by Dragons' book. I asked her why she did not tell me the truth and made up all those crazy stories, and she asked me if I would have belie

They don't understand that breaking requires there to be something whole left to shatter, and wholeness is a luxury I surrendered long ago. The dragons are worse, somehow. They speak plainly, leaving only brutal honesty in their wake. There's something almost refreshing about their directness after months of dealing with courtiers who spoke in riddles and rebels who hid their intentions behind pretty words. One of them, cloaked in obsidian scales that shimmer with their own inner light, leans forward with predatory grace and says, "We strike soon, before her grip closes entirely."

she said, voice devoid of concern, as though the struggle to walk upright would be a test she was expected to pass. She walked anyway. Head high. Each step through the burning ache a refusal to be less than she was before. ∞∞∞ The Dragon Court was not a room—it was a cathedral of dominance carved into the heart of a living mountain. Obsidian walls soared into shadow, flanked by massive columns etched in gold, each rune pulsing faintly like a sleeping heartbeat. The air was thick with smoke and heat, and the scent of brimstone curled under her tongue. The floor beneath her feet was a river of black basalt veined with ruby, leading toward the raised dais like a sacrificial path.

“Honour forbids us to run from a fight, even if it’s one we cannot win.” The other women’s faces emerged from the undergrowth. “I saw you,” said Laney, eyes wide and twinkling. “You wrestled the dragon. You are the Dragonslayer!” Probably something she’d read in a book. The last thing I needed was her thinking I was some kind of mythical hero. Let them think you killed a dragon and you know what happens next? Everyone wants you to kill a dragon for them. And then a giant. And then it’s a balrog infestation. Pest control wasn’t where my ambitions lay.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks." Casey handed over her loyalty card, still distracted by the strange man. "Double shot today, please. Covering Mika's shift." "Rough," Prisha sympathised, punching in the order. "Hey, did you ever finish that dragon book you were working on? My niece is obsessed with dragons lately." Casey's attention snapped back. "Still working on it. Turns out writing a novel while working at fast food isn't the productivity hack they advertise."

Her expression turned grim. “Is the Blade of Justice gone?” After a whole night of merging, Dragonslayer, which was now two meters in length, glimmered a golden light. The head of a dragon was carved on the sword’s hilt, and its body was covered in dragon scales. From afar, one could mistake the sword for a golden dragon two meters in length levitating in the sky. As daybreak came, Dragonslayer’s aura dissipated, and the golden light it radiated turned dim.

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