Dragonic Slayer Novels & Stories

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

"It's a rebel's den!" "Then why didn't you uncover it in the daylight. Instead of burning it and killing innocent lives," my Killing Intent rising like a burning passion. The Shi went down to one knee. What stood before them wasn't some rebel defying what he thought was justice but a man of immeasurable power—a Dragon Slayer. Justice is great only when you have the power to uphold it. "Does your justice burn so thin?"

she whispers before strolling away. My fist clenches as I watch the slut. Her attitude burns in my veins like fire struggling to break free. My light skin fades red like a volcano as I grind my teeth. I shall play along, while digging a bigger grave. When the time is due, I shall dispose of her in a gruesome way she shall understand why I am Drago Ryder; the Alpha who can slay a dragon.

"But I'm going to find out. And until I do, you belong to me." Saoirse’s hands curled into fists in the horse’s mane. She would play his game. She would be his mute, stupid servant. She was the Last Dragon. He was the Viper. And he had just invited his own destruction into his home.

Zhangjian cried, his round eyes brimming with tears. “No, we cannot go back,” Li Min whispered, his voice heavy. His heart ached, yet he knew all too well: an assault of this scale could mean only one thing, the annihilation of the Sacred Dragon Sect, their home. And such cruelty, only one faction in the world was capable of it. Li Min clenched his fists. “The Gongliao Alliance!” At last, the little boy collapsed to the ground, his shoulders trembling, his body too weak to remain upright. The young man who had once gripped his hand now placed both palms firmly upon his shoulders.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

Raging fires encircled her like a protective wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of laughter, a cruel, demented laugh. Turning her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. Stepping through the flames, she stalked towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

That is my home. I was about to tell her it was beautiful when she pulled me back and behind a tree. "What?" I whispered. There, she said, pointing. In the distance was a group of three gray dragons. They had metal armor around their arms and legs as well as their heads. "What are they?" I watched them fly, their eyes trained on the landscape below. Her voice quivered lightly as she spoke: Some of the Ondror Slayers. They are looking for me. For us. This time, they will not go so easy on us.