Dragonic Slayer Novels & Stories

“Honour forbids us to run from a fight, even if it’s one we cannot win.” The other women’s faces emerged from the undergrowth. “I saw you,” said Laney, eyes wide and twinkling. “You wrestled the dragon. You are the Dragonslayer!” Probably something she’d read in a book. The last thing I needed was her thinking I was some kind of mythical hero. Let them think you killed a dragon and you know what happens next? Everyone wants you to kill a dragon for them. And then a giant. And then it’s a balrog infestation. Pest control wasn’t where my ambitions lay.

The elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, along with the Nine Heavens Gale, were instantly annihilated into nothingness the moment they brushed against the black dragon's scales. The disciples who were still near Dubhe immediately recognized the black dragon. "Gasp! This is the true dragon bloodline of monsteroid, a real black dragon. Could it be Damian?" "Hehe, we're in for an exciting show today. I wonder if Damian will win, or if Severin will turn the tables?" "Oh my god, the suspense is killing me. After all, Damian is a formidable paragon in the complete stage. How could Severin, a mere level four paragon, win against him?"

The scent of fresh dragon flame—radiating faintly from my skin as my core adjusted to its new state—had cut through the sulfurous mists and awakened the predators of the deep. ​From the pitch-black opening of a submerged fissure, a massive silhouette crept forward. It was an abyssal lurker, a multi-eyed predator covered in thick, jagged black scales, boasting razor-sharp claws designed to tear through solid rock. Its slitted yellow eyes fixed entirely on me, drawn by the irresistible allure of the primordial fire pulsing within my chest. ​The beast let out a screeching hiss and lunged forward with blinding speed, its massive claws sweeping across the damp stone to decapitate me in a single s

This must be Orchid. “I told the two of you that you should have chosen me as a mate. All that little whore did was get the two of into trouble.” Chelsea sneers. Fuck, I forgot about her. She is heavily pregnant and has some guy I have never seen standing beside her. I hiss at her and tell her that Dray and I would have never chosen a whore like her as our mate and luna. She growls at me, but the guy tells her not to waste her time and breath. They walk away laughing as if they have won. I look around when I hear a roar. A huge white dragon lands not far from us as Zarlon and many of his warriors come barreling out of the forest. I recognise some of them as Travian’s warriors too.

They’re afraid, she realized, gasping. Tears stung her eyes. “I’m here. I’m here, my stars. I won’t let them reach us.” From above, a dragon roared again—Drakonios in full wrath. She looked up just in time to see him dive, fire gushing from his maw, burning a clear path through the center of the swarm. Shadowcreatures screamed and disintegrated mid-leap. Drakonios landed with a quake that split the earth, his claws dragging flaming arcs through the enemy’s ranks.

From the shadows around his feet, creatures began to rise, twisted horrors of bone and smoke, their eyes glowing red, snarling as they circled the pair. Liam slashed one in half with a clean arc of his blade, while Elena summoned a blazing dragon of golden fire that swooped and incinerated three others at once. The battlefield transformed in seconds into a war zone. Lightning cracked through the sky as Kal launched himself at Liam, the two clashing in mid-air, blades meeting with a thunderous crash that shook the heavens. Elena lifted both hands, a radiant sigil forming above her, sending down a rain of light that turned the shadows into dust.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

As the sword swung down, Princess Chu screamed in refusal to accept Tian Sen’s death and tried to stop the villain, but he clearly didn’t care—he was already too angry and filled with hatred for Tian Sen. Swish… SLASSSHHHH… “Hehehe, you’re finally… Eh? Why didn’t it cut through?” The criminal was shocked to see that his sword hadn’t reached Tian Sen’s neck; strangely, he saw his sword and hand flying away from him. When he came to his senses again, his hand had been severed by a black sword with a dragon symbol on its hilt. The man’s expression immediately shifted to one of excruciating pain; he even writhed on the ground.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.