Dragon Slayer Magic Novels & Stories

As I avoided a shadowy claw and felt its icy burn against my skin, my heart raced. The Harbinger laughed as he observed us. The words "You misunderstand," he said. "You don't engage in combat. You accompany them. Damon tightened his jaw. "Not happening." With my head racing, I retreated. Melissa, think. These were not your typical adversaries. They were not composed of blood or flesh. Enchantment. Magic had to be included. I closed my eyes and looked within, seeking the force that had always existed. In my chest, the golden energy burst into life.

I screamed, the words pouring from me as if they could reach her soul beneath the veil of shadow. She paused for the briefest moment, her gaze flickering with confusion, but it was quickly replaced by a savage growl. She spun on her heel, charging again, but this time I was ready. I summoned the magic in my veins, twisting it into a concentrated beam of divine energy. With a cry, I launched it straight at Lyra, but just before it could make contact, Zerathos’ dark magic surged through the air, intercepting my attack and shattering it like glass.

“The pack ceremony says you are. What we both felt says that you are. Mate, wife, whatever you want me to refer to you as…you’re mine.” Her fists were tight by her sides, magic coursing and churning beneath her skin, desperate to lash out. But when she reached for it, the power slipped through her fingers like sand. She couldn’t hold on to it no matter how hard she tried. The realization hit her like a punch to the diaphragm—her magic, her sole real defense against Luthor, didn’t work around him because of him.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

I bite my lip. I wanted to make her addicted to my caresses, to make her a slave to my kisses but I think the roles have been reversed. Zeus! I have drunk her blood again and that is dangerous, so much magic runs through her veins that I could easily end up addicted to the substance. Today on the beach I couldn't contain myself.Magic literally gushed out of her.

“Afsláttur, stjórnandi skugganna, leyfa þeim sem þráir að sjá að sjá. Birta þig, steinn Utah, og réttlæta okkar leit.” A surge of energy coursed through Magnus, and the symbols in the earth began to glow with an ethereal light. It was a struggle of wills, a battle between the ancient protections surrounding the stone and Magnus’s unyielding determination. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a blinding flash of light erupted from the ground, illuminating the entire area. Magnus shielded his eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the magic. When the light finally dimmed, he cautiously lowered his hand.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

“That’s terrifying.” “Yeah. And Bryon’s no better,” Lotanni added. “His bloodline specializes in body reinforcement. Turns his body into stone, pretty much. Fast and durable. Not someone I’d want in the ring.” Nyomei exhaled sharply. “And let’s not forget—they’ve got these magic abilities through charms. Royal ones. Enchanted by high-rank mages.” “Wait, that's true. I thought werewolves couldn’t use magic?” Bainer asked.

She needed an uninterrupted line of sight for that spell to work. So she resigned herself to another spell, the last spell she learned from The Tower, before she returned home. Cassana waved her arms and with another incantation, the broken glasses on the floor rose up and coalesced right above her, forming the shape of a serpent. She pointed her staff towards the misty mass in front of her and the glass serpent lurched towards it. If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there.

"This seal is a pretty advance magic so listen carefully, Mayari." Mayari nodded, understanding. She then turned her body towards the dragon, who is busy dealing with the knights. Helen's hands found its way to hers and with her teacher's control, her hands was slowly raised upfront. "Concentrate and feel the flow of your magic." Helen instructed, "Imagine what you want to happen, depict the seal, and turn it to reality." A blast of blue icy beam then flowed through Mayari's outstretched hands. It hit Aria right in her heart, and in just a second, crystal chains then appeared, locking the dragon's body and wings.