Novel & Cerita Dragonic Slayer

Soon, he was only weaker than the most powerful warriors of the Three Great Races – a feat that was remarkable for a member of a race initially dismissed for its lack of talent. Unfortunately for the Black Dragon, all good things come to an end. Basileus found a way to retaliate without breaking the oath once again – beasts. As long as he had other races do the attacking for him, he would be fine. So he started hunting down Sacred Beasts, the only ones with power comparable to the Black Dragon. And he slayed a mighty amount of them, earning a new title to his already vast accolade of terror – Beast Slayer. With his skills he didn’t need the beast alive. As long as he had their corpse and the

I just needed her to come a little closer, I needed her to think she won, so I could stab her while she did not suspect me. I was getting dizzy, my power waning, but I just had to hold on for a little longer. One of her dragon-like monsters latched onto my leg, sending waves of excruciating pain down my left side, blood seeping everywhere. Verena and all her power were almost through my barrier when I heard an unexpected, yet familiar sound – a roar of a dragon. I would know that dragon anywhere – Ying.

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.

Elara’s silver light spiraled through the air, coiling around the dragon king, merging with his fire, creating a cyclone of molten gold and shimmering silver that struck Malakar directly. The shadow lord screamed as the combined force of dragon and healer struck him. His magic fractured, the beasts and shadows he commanded collapsing into ash. Malakar’s body twisted in fury and fear as the final wave of energy engulfed him. With a deafening roar, Verath released the full extent of his dragon power, molten flames consuming the darkness, until nothing remained but silence and smoke.

Leila put a handful of glistening ashes from the well in Mother Dragon’s palm, “These are for you.” Mother Dragon teared up. She hugged Leila and kissed her cheek. “Do what you must now, and I’ll be here waiting for you. We have so much to talk about,” she said, while brushing her warm thumb across Leila’s forehead. “May I ask… what does the word ‘Slathar’ mean?” Leila said inquisitively. Mother Dragon smiled. “Slathar is the name for lightning, the gift bestowed from the sky, in an ancient dragon tongue. You are meant to be the queen of the dragon realm. All of the dragon spirits were calling out to you.”

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

light. "Dante, move!" I screamed. I snapped my black-mercury wings open, the blades extending to their full six-foot span. I dived into the fray, my wings clashing against the Kingslayer’s glaive. The sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the Scrappers fall to their knees, blood leaking from their ears. The Kingslayer was stronger than anything we had ever fought. Every time I struck him, his armor absorbed the frequency, glowing brighter with every hit. He was a "Void-Sink."

In one massive, all-consuming motion, she thrust her hands forward, and the fire of the ancient dragons burst from her palms, crashing into the shadow creature in a tidal wave of raw power. The creature shrieked and tried to retreat, but the flames wrapped around it, and as the elemental force tore through it, the shadow gave a final, agonized scream-and disintegrated into nothingness. The runes regained their strength, and the camp's defenses were restored. But Skylar didn't hear the relieved sighs or the stunned whispers. Her strength spent, her body wavered-and before anyone could catch her, she collapsed unconscious to the ground. The flames slowly died down, the darkness retreated, and

He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.