Dragon King Greataxe Novels & Stories

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

He wanted to come out and tear the witches head off just for telling us that. “HOW DO I STOP THIS?!” I growled out at her. “Calm down handsome, we still have a chance of defeating him. We can’t let Hades be released from hell. So, it is critical to move fast. Unfortunately, your journey has just begun.” I looked at her. “TELL ME!” I screamed the words out. I am growing impatient with her. Kai shifted away from me in his chair. “There is a weapon that was created by the dragons. It is a dagger, so I am told. You will need to travel to the dragon kingdom and retrieve the weapon. It has to be used to cut the stone out of Thane's chest.”

He gave him his word he would make sure there king and queen would reunite. “It was so easy. He didn’t even second guess what a stranger was talking about. I mean come on dragons have been keeping there secret for years from them.” Charles chuckled. “All we had to say was the golden dragon was spotted and he was up and gone.” “For a mate he is pathetic.” Narleen smiled. Drezic was on his feet and charging them. His pain long forgotten as the pain in his heart fueled him. However he was no match for Charles as he was once again pinned to the ground.

Dragon Slayer (Berserk) Guts started using this sword after the somber "Moon Eclipse". Dragon Slayer was forged by a blacksmith named Godo when he was young and working in a royal castle. Although the large swords that Guts had used previously looked astonishing in size and strength, they were nothing compared to this giant sword.

In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its edge crackling with black anti-magic lightning. Fifty yards away stood Lord Kaelen, the ancient founder of the Eastern Dragon-Wolf Dynasty. Kaelen was a terrifying titan of a shifter. He was almost seven feet tall and his huge form was clad in overlapping plates of ancient star-iron and crimson dragon-scales. His back sprouted four huge dragon wings made of living, solid blood-red flame, scorching the very air around him. His hair was long and threaded with silver wire, his eyes burned like twin dying stars. In his hands was The Sun-Shatterer, a gargantuan two-handed broadsword forged from the core of a fallen star.

“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.

King Zaron was looking directly at me. I had heard stories my entire life. Everyone in Stonehaven had. The Dragon King was ancient and merciless, a creature so powerful that lesser beings dropped to their knees simply from the weight of his presence. I had built a picture of him in my mind over nineteen years of whispered tales — something monstrous, something inhuman, something that did not resemble anything I would recognize. I had not built the right picture.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

The dragon whined unhappily, struggling around in her arms to get away. Ongoing theme of her life. She had to tighten her grip to keep the creature from chewing on the gaudy bronze plates that were strapped on its back. "Just for a few minutes." The dragon rider tried to soothe him, scratching under the clunky headpiece that had been custom forged just for the dragon. "Please just hang on for a while until I manage to prove my dear father wrong, and I'll take these stupid things off you."

They would always stand on the truth. Approaching her in the dragon's den, I found Drogo resting upon her massive hoard of treasures. Her eyes met mine, a mix of wisdom and understanding, as if she anticipated my arrival. "Master, it's nice to see you." Her voice echoed through her lair. She was happy to see me indeed. I could feel it. But yesterday's actions said otherwise. She forgot about me totally and focussed more on Freya. My Dragon didn't refute Freya's words when she said her name was masculine, this means she agrees to it.