Blue Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

But then Arth was right on time to interfere. [ Blue Dragon Style ] [ First Form ] He pointed Frostcalibur downward and shouted, “Draconic Rush!” The legendary blade glowed in blue and gained power, leaving trails of snow, until its point found the dragon’s nape and buried itself. The beast cried out as Arth pushed harder through its rough flesh, but then he had not taken notice of the long tail coming for him. It swiped him off the dragon’s back and sent him rolling along the dusty ground.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

"But you have his eyes." "I know," Tristan said quietly. "I hate them too." Ora looked at his eyes closer. She saw the violet ring. "No," she murmured. "These are not Alaric’s eyes. Not anymore." She looked past him to Saoirse. She saw the silver dress, the regal bearing, the raw power radiating off her. "And you bring a dragon to our fire," Ora said. "The Empire hunts dragons." "The Empire hunts us both," Saoirse said, stepping into the warmth. "We broke their machine. We burned their throne."

The council chamber pulsed with magic raw, ancient, furious. “And once she is gone,” the High Mother finished, “the circle will come crawling back to the only power worthy to hold it.” Her staff struck the floor once more. The flames flared blood-red. “Summon every weapon, every whisperer, every shadow we still command. The Dawlya will march.” A chilling wind swept the chamber. “And this time… the dragons will burn.” Morgan was already waiting in the dim strategy chamber beneath the Draynor capital with Chance and the low hum of protective wards when the concealed door shimmered open. Three cloaked operatives stepped through, dusted in ash and travel grit from crossing interplanetary veils.

Then he addressed the rest of the people present, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am a merciful Alpha. I believe in second and, in some cases, even third chances. But let the example of these traitors show you how I treat those who decide that war and violence are what they prefer. This is how I treat conspirators, spies, traitors, and those who choose to disrupt the peace of my people's lives, by engaging with psychopaths like Waai Archaíos, a werewolf. We belong to a noble race of shape-shifters, but in the future, if any single one of you decides to come at my people again, remember! That I believe in killing the messenger because it sends a message!" With that, he transformed and revealed his g

How he was made a dragon elder. But Lucas is new to this place. He looked around the huge stone walls and the three thrones standing proudly at the end of the great hall. He can faintly see that each throne has a colour. It is not quiet visible to everyone, but his gaze is sharper than others. So he saw orange, black, and aqua blue colours, one on each throne. He understood Orange is for Drake, Black is for Blaze and he is surprised to see the aqua blue colour. He is the only dragon born with this unique color, because of his parentage.

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

"The royal silver dragons are the mightiest dragons in all the realms." Sarn laughed and spoke next. "Nothing personal, but besides a little shine, you have no color. What makes you think silver is the mightiest?" How did I answer that? "It just is," I replied stubbornly. I don't think my uncle ever explained why we were mighty; I just accepted it because he said it was so. Laryn leapt into the sky shifting to his blue dragon. "You are not prettier than this. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is the color that should be bowed to."

He was just too powerful be it in terms of power, speed, or defense—he was superior in every way. The Apocalyptic Legion’s attacks had little effect on the Black Dragon. Lucas thought that even though the Black Dragon had a strong defense, it would probably be difficult for the latter to withstand the Dragon Slaying Saber’s full force. However, the point was that he could not even get close to the Black Dragon. Boom!!! A shocking explosion was heard. Subsequently, Biggy, Scarlet, White Doll, and Rayne collapsed, losing their ability to fight as they were all severely injured.