Dragonic Slayer Novels & Stories

"What do you want me to see when I look at you, Thane?" "Me. I'm still the same man." "Are you a man?" she shot back. "Or are you an abomination wearing the skin of one?" I ground my teeth together. "Neither. I come from a long line of dragon shifters." Her lips parted as she breathed out, "Dragon shifters. The Drogos family. My parents said that you all are supposed to be dead." She slowly slid up to her feet, bracing herself against the tree. "Why aren't you dead like everyone else?"

"But this will be the end, Elijah. I will have avenged my family and can move forward with my plans. A deep roar echoed around them. Sophia’s mouth dropped when she saw an enormous dragon, made of lightning, emerge from the clouds and position itself next to Jackson. Its size was unimaginable; the younger Anderson was a speck compared to it. The blue lightning of its form cracked dangerously. Sophia cursed as she lifted herself up, trying to run for Elijah. "Die!" he shouted as he directed the dragon towards Elijah.

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

Apollo asked confused. “He is her start and her finish. He is the only reason the gold dragon exists. If Rosalie was marked she would be the pure gold dragon. A dragon said to have the power of the heavens and a heart as pure and sweet as an angel. Her life starts with his touch. She will never die as long as Asrar never dies. His touch is what got the gem awoken in her so she could use its gifts. It also awoke his gifts for he is an elemental dragon or spirit dragon as we like to call them.” She spoke cutting the image and walking back to Charles. He wrapped her up again holding her close. “He has a prophecy that states he can heal the golden dragon even from death.” “How is any of this goo

His hair on one side of his head was sticking straight up where he had slept on the other side, in two soft, stubborn curls that did not match the rest of him at all. "Who are you?" he said. His voice was lower than I expected. It sounded unused, rough at the edges. "Who are you?" I said back, because I could not think of anything else to say. He looked at me for a moment. His eyes did not move from mine. "I am the Dragon King," he said. The world seemed to stop. Gold lay under me. Dawn cut a thin yellow line across the mouth of the hoard where the dragon's head had been. I remembered the chains, the yellow eye, the wounded man in the corridor with the bloody knife and the slow, easy breath

Suddenly we’re not six students in a ring. We’re six archetypes in six different legendary battles at once: - Seras is the Sun Goddess besieged by ten thousand shadow dragons. - Lucian is the Last Dragon defending a dying world from falling stars. - Kayo is the Trickster Fox trying to steal the moon from a jealous god. - Rowan is the Mortal Scholar who must out-argue Death itself. - And I… I am the Storm That Ends Empires, standing alone on a battlefield where both sides have already lost.

The first challenger stepped into the ring, a massive wolf with silver fur and eyes like ice. Draven’s jaw clenched. “Silverclaw’s heir.” I glanced at him. “Can you beat him?” He looked down at me, gold eyes burning. “Watch.” He shifted in one smooth motion, fire and smoke consuming him until the dragon-wolf hybrid stood where the man had been. Black scales shimmered across his flanks, and wings unfurled like blades of flame. The crowd fell silent. The Silverclaw heir lunged first, but he never stood a chance. Draven met him midair, claws striking, fire roaring. It was over in seconds, the heir flung across the pit, unconscious before he hit the ground.

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

When he heard Luca, he shouted, "As expected from Dr. Hoffman's apprentice, but it's time to end this once and for all." He leaped into the air, crossing his index fingers and moving them diagonally downward from the center of his brow. "Cross Slayer!" Felix, who was at the bottom, knew that something bad was going to happen. He stopped the Dancing Dragon and deployed Rising Dragon. The Rising Dragon collided with the strong energy exuded by the Cross Slayer. There were no sounds, but Luca and the others stumbled backward as if they were being pushed by an invisible energy. "Continuous Dragon Slayer!" Oliver, who was about to land on the ground, kicked in midair as if stepping on an invisibl

Aidan watched them in total awestruck by this spectacle, unknowingly this fight etched inside his brain. Meanwhile, Sly changed into a black dragon, copying the dragon in front of him minus the color while being assisted by Ajiad and Yusoff. Unlike Ibrahim and Liliana, Sly wasn’t exactly struggling but he still didn’t have the leeway to finish this battle earlier than he originally thought. Although he already smelled King and Double, he still couldn’t look away to see where Shadow was because of how tough his opponent was. A small Elementalist nudged him on his cheek and tilted their head. It was the rock Elementalist call by Ajiad.