Dragon's Blade Novels & Stories

Eventually, he discovered dark magic and forged Ravon’s Blade—a weapon powerful enough to slaughter his kin. He returned to Bloodthorn, killed Garruk, and seized the throne. But it was his illegitimate son who ended his reign—sacrificing himself in battle to stop Ravon and vanish with the blade. That weapon, Ravon’s Blade, is the only recorded weakness of my kind. It’s a truth we’ve hidden for generations. Until , the Dragon King started a quest to find it. If I want to win the war looming on the horizon, I must find the blade first—and destroy it. Quietly. Without the council’s knowledge. They believe it no longer exists. If they find out otherwise, they’ll seek it too… and take the throne

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

Gideon swung his massive blade. In that instant, the colossal sea of blood roared forward, swallowing the venomous dragon whole.

From the shadows around his feet, creatures began to rise, twisted horrors of bone and smoke, their eyes glowing red, snarling as they circled the pair. Liam slashed one in half with a clean arc of his blade, while Elena summoned a blazing dragon of golden fire that swooped and incinerated three others at once. The battlefield transformed in seconds into a war zone. Lightning cracked through the sky as Kal launched himself at Liam, the two clashing in mid-air, blades meeting with a thunderous crash that shook the heavens. Elena lifted both hands, a radiant sigil forming above her, sending down a rain of light that turned the shadows into dust.

Harry said in a corrective tone. "Fine, but that's not the point. Blade is back to Haven and I know that his performance at the party was just a tip of the iceberg." Dexter said, sweating profusely. "Is that why you've got yourself all worked up?" Harry asked, looking confused. "Isn't that enough reason?" "No, it isn't." Harry said. "You're an Alpha. If you can't take care of Blade, then we are all vulnerable. The whole pack and Haven itself is relying on you, you can't be here killing yourself before you even confront Blade."

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Finally, the blonde flew directly at me, knocking me clear onto my back, massive talons gripping my blouse and cutting into my chest. I screamed, adrenaline clouding my pain receptors as she lifted me with her, tail swishing like an excited canine. She grinned at me, chirping and revealing her rows of teeth again. Dangling in the air from her grip, I struggled to fight her off without her cutting into me anymore. The sword was too heavy in my grip, but I held it tighter, refusing to let it fall. My long ringlets fell down my back, blowing in the wind as the siren dragged me higher into the air.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

The red dragon recoiled, its furious roars echoing through the clearing as it struggled against the newfound elements working against it. Seizing the opportunity, Dimitri lunged forward with primal determination, sinking his razor-sharp fangs deep into the dragon's exposed underbelly. With a triumphant growl, he tore at the creature's flesh, unleashing a savage barrage of strikes that weakened its once invincible defenses. The red dragon gauged me with the familiar look of fear. He was at its most vulnerable moment, I could tell. As the dragon bellowed in agony, its fiery breath faltering, I seized the opportunity, brandishing the gleaming silver dagger with ancient runes etched along its bl

The gold dragon faced the onslaught of the snow and ice, and it indeed became weaker as it descended, losing its size to match the red dragon. Seeing the result, Blake was thrilled. Not waiting for the gold dragon to come to him, Blake massed his Divine Qi into his right hand and flew up to meet his opponent. Utilizing his Sword Shadow in his right hand, he released it, hitting the dragon and destabilizing it, causing many smaller lightning strikes to be released into the crater, flying in all directions. Seeing the dissipation of the dragon, Blake floated up, and miniature lightning merged into him. The power flowed through him and entered his Divine Sea. Lightning flashed through the Divin