Dragon Slayer Magic Novels & Stories

A piercing scream makes them turn around, Alaric’s paintbrush falling to the floor as he runs through to the bedroom. “What’s happened?” Zander leaps up the stairs two at a time, stopping behind them, his eyes widening. “She’s asleep Alaric, whatever’s in her mind is locked in there. Her magic is becoming free and causing everything to move. You need to wake her.” Alaric looks at Zander and then to Willow, everything in the room getting thrown around. He has to stop this. He walks into the room and the light flickers before exploding, Alaric rushing to Willow and trying in vain to shake her awake. Another scream escapes her mouth as more things fly around and smash against the walls.

Driven by his thirst for recognition, he journeyed across the globe, seeking a place where his malevolence would be acknowledged and respected. One day, he halted at a cave nestled within the vast lands, a place that held the essence of every kind of magic imaginable (modern-day China). Within its depths resided various species of majestic dragons. Driven by his insatiable thirst for power, he dedicated himself to mastering the arcane arts. Deep within the confines of the cave, he practiced his magic. For his spells, he utilized blood crystals, extracted from the hearts of fallen beasts, and an array of enchanted herbs imbued with diverse magical essences — water, ice, fire, wind, earth, nat

I reached into the bond, found the thread still tying me to Kael, to his soul, and pulled. Power poured through me—silver, furious, untamed. It crackled down my arms, lit up my skin from the inside out. I didn’t even have to lift a finger. The shadows recoiled. Damon cursed and tried again, but the magic that lived in my bones answered faster. It roared out of me like a tidal wave, slamming into him and sending him flying into the wall with a crunch of breaking stone. The corridor trembled. Dust rained from the ceiling. Somewhere above, voices shouted—panicked, confused.

She stood there, surrounded by the whispering trees and gentle breeze, contemplating the responsibility that came with her newfound powers . Sable knew that she had a duty to use her elemental magic wisely, for it had the potential to both create and destroy. She understood that her actions could tip the delicate balance of nature, and she must be vigilant in maintaining harmony. With the guidance of the Book of Ancients and the teachings of the wise fox, Sable embarked on a journey to help those in need. She traveled far and wide, seeking out villages plagued by drought, forests consumed by fire, and cities ravaged by storms. With her control over the elements, she brought rain to parched l

“Maybe you could tell me a little about magic? Dragons have magic, right?” “After a fashion, but not like a fire mage, like you. Mages are born with power, like dragons. But they have… I don’t know… more versatility? I was born with the gift of glamor, and other dragons have other powers. But you… I’ll bet there’s a LOT you can do.” “I guess we’ll find out. I’d just be happy if my hands stopped glowing and I didn’t, you know, kill people,” I muttered. “You’ll get there, beautiful. You’ll get there,” he assured me.

Me remembering the horror of her impending arrival. “No.” The word slips out before I can stop it. I focus harder. Come on. Magic is not something that just disappears. It lives in the blood. In the bones. It answers when you call it. I whisper the first incantation that comes to mind. “Solra ven…” Nothing. Not even a spark. Cold panic creeps slowly into my chest. I whisper another one. Then another. Still nothing. My voice grows sharper. “Answer me.” The chains clink softly when my hands tighten.

They knew that they had been chosen for a special purpose, their bodies now infused with the magic of Selene's blessing. The mage's next enchantment held a promise of impenetrable defense. With intricate gestures and whispered incantations, Selene summoned a shimmering shield of energy that surrounded each soldier. This shield, woven with strands of ancient magic, would render them impervious to missiles and weapons forged from lead, providing an invaluable advantage on the battlefield.

The shadows will not sit idly by. Skylar thought for a moment, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Then we have no time to waste. When do we start?" Damian snorted. "As if it were that simple. Willpower isn't enough, Skylar. Ancient magic doesn't just give you strength-if you're not strong enough, it will consume you." "Then I'll be strong enough," Skylar replied, meeting Damian's dark blue gaze head-on. There was no fear, no hesitation in her eyes.

“You think power is something to be held. To be owned. To be used against others. But magic is not a tool. It is the breath of the world. When you cut it in half, it grows weak. When you twist it, it turns bitter. When you try to bend it to your will alone… it unravels.” It reached out, a tendril of swirling silver-violet mist drifting toward Valerius. The Silver Hunters cried out, raising their staffs, but the light from their crystals faded the moment it touched the mist, dissolving like mist in the sun. The tendril wrapped gently around Valerius’s wrist, and he gasped, his whole body going rigid. “I… I can feel it,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “All of it. The warmth… the darkness… t

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.