Dragon Slayers Academy Series Novels & Stories

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

Chapter 8: The Weight of Questions Even though vampires were supposed to be ancient—centuries-old predators who’d watched empires rise and fall—the four queens of BludHeaven were anomalies. Each one frozen at nineteen, their bodies locked in the bloom of late adolescence while their minds carried the weight of lives far longer than their faces suggested. The school had been carved into four wings after the Integration Accords: North for Seraphina Locke’s tech-infused domain, East for Liora Kane’s shadowed artistic realm, South for Ravenna Slade’s raw kinetic territory, and West—Elara Voss’s domain—where the gothic cowgirl ruled with a drawl and a silver spur.

"And I've got a grimoire to find. It brought me you and Kiarr, perhaps it can help with Jacques too. I know you don't want to hear that, but I'm telling you the truth. And I won't force you to help me or even to accept Jacques, but I won't give up trying to get him back. He'd do the same for me- like you and Kiarr would as well." I leave my dorm room and walk down the hallway. Thanks to my punishment, I couldn't go anywhere. A rumble sounds outside the academy, shaking the walls. An earthquake? Students run from their rooms while some of them scream. "Brene." Kiarr appears beside me and leads me to a large table in the hallway. I duck underneath it along with a handful of other classmates. T

Zayla's heart raced, not merely from fear but from an exhilarating rush of adventure surging through her veins. As the Dragon Slayers charged forward, their fierce battle cries echoed menacingly through the clearing; Zayla and Liam prepared to confront the threat again. She could see the glint of steel in their eyes, a stark reminder of the danger they faced. Just as the chaos threatened to engulf them, a familiar voice rang out—Amanda’s parents, resolute and commanding, shouted for everyone to gather in a protective circle.

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

Guilt was written all over her face. Kai stepped in front of Rowan. “If you touch her, you’ll have to get through me.” Ashen smiled, slow and cruel. “I expected nothing less, Prince Kai. Which is why…” She lifted her hand. “…I brought reinforcements.” From the sky, wings thundered. A dozen dragons—scaled in storm gray, obsidian black, and ember red—descended over the academy. Their riders wore the crests of old clans that hadn’t set foot in Arcadia for decades.

Jasmine POV: New King Sargon… he was here…. He and His Tallis army along with soldiers of Ostaban were all fighting together with Draco , Terra and petro’s Dragon… Soildered were attacking Dragons with their arrows, spears and metal ball…. while Dragon were using their own powers against them… in flash of wind Draco Dragon was overpowering soldiers…. his one fire full breath was sufficient to set an entire troop of army on fire…. As my gaze was fixed on hideous war that was happening in front of me, I saw that King Sargon who was commanding his soldiers to attack Dragons was about to get smashed under pile of big rocks that were about to fall down from broken Tower of Prince Edmund castle…

Adam had warned her about dragons when he cornered her at the mansion while Drago was loading the boat. “When we find our mate, we will stop at nothing to have her,” he had said,’You won’t have a choice,” Adam had told her,”Even though you are human, you will soon feel it too, and there will come a time when you will resist no more. Drago will claim you, Madchen, but not until you are ready.” Well she wasn’t sure she was ready, but Drago’s soft, delicious kisses, and his warm, no hot hands caressing her body...A heat was building inside her, one she had never experienced before.

another said. "Does this usually happen to people who kill dragons," I asked, my voice breaking a few times. "No one has ever killed a drakon up until now, which is why we aren't going to kill you. We will be taking you to the Academy, they have resources there that can help you," Fen stated calmly. "The academy," I whispered to myself. There was something about it that I couldn't understand. It irked a feeling inside me. "The school under the school," I said, as if I was trying to wrap my head around it.