Dragonic Slayer Novels & Stories

The howling wind swept past Thalia's ears. Although Adrian was standing far from it, the distance between them seemed mere inches for it. In its opinion, dragons were masters of the sky. “I'm going to kill you, Adrian!" Thalia shouted angrily as it unleashed the dissatisfaction it harbored. Just as it charged, it saw him suddenly laughing. "An ant like you dares to dream of killing me? Ridiculous." Adrian sneered. Unsheathing the Divine Frost Slayer Blade from his waist, he swung it above Thalia's head. The sword's radiance covered the entire battlefield for countless kilometers. Even Thalia seemed insignificant compared to the brilliance of the sword in its dragon form.

“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.

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.

Surrounded by a protective aura of pure energy, not a single drop of blood stained his pristine attire. “Where are the Lotus Sect’s men? Useless! All of you, stop him!” Elijah shouted frantically with a hoarse voice as he saw Dustin approaching. More sect members poured in and charged at Dustin like a tidal wave. Dustin was visibly irritated and started using his martial technique. Roar! A dragon’s cry echoed through the hall as golden light erupted. A dragon-shaped pure energy emerged as Dustin unleashed the moves from The Guide to Slaying a Dragon. It created a path of devastation and bodies lay scattered and lifeless.

It wasn't a strike. It was a judgment. Kal turned toward the light, eyes wide, and for the first time since his return, he stepped back. “No! I am the God of Darkness! I cant be defeated just like this…” Liam grabbed Kal’s wrist mid-swing “You were never a god.” And Elena brought the sceptre down. A column of divine fire formed a shape of a dragon, golden white and endless, poured onto Kal with force. He screamed, his form unravelling, burning, breaking. Shadows poured from his mouth as he howled, not in rage now, but agony.

"Mister Dalton!" "Chief!" … The six Dragon Slayer Cultivation members ran over to help Dalton up. Pain shot through Dalton's stomach, and he fell onto his knees as blood sprayed out of his mouth. Just then, a series of footsteps rang from the snow. Dalton looked up at Wilbur, shouting, "Get him, get him!" The Dragon Slayer Cultivation members drew their swords, charging toward Wilbur from six different directions. Wilbur stomped on the ground, and a white dragon appeared. It swam around him defensively, then knocked all six men into the air, who subsequently exploded.

The red dragon recoiled, its furious roars echoing through the clearing as it struggled against the newfound elements working against it. Seizing the opportunity, Dimitri lunged forward with primal determination, sinking his razor-sharp fangs deep into the dragon's exposed underbelly. With a triumphant growl, he tore at the creature's flesh, unleashing a savage barrage of strikes that weakened its once invincible defenses. The red dragon gauged me with the familiar look of fear. He was at its most vulnerable moment, I could tell. As the dragon bellowed in agony, its fiery breath faltering, I seized the opportunity, brandishing the gleaming silver dagger with ancient runes etched along its bl

“This is different. It’s not a dragon fighting dragons. It’s someone — or something — targeting dragons. Taking them out, one by one.” anthony was aware of Silas’s concerns, but frankly, he’d been too preoccupied with Lily over the past weeks to follow the issue closely. All he know was that the number of mysterious dragon deaths had increased over the years. Was someone targeting dragons as a species, or was there a method to the slayer’s madness? Silas had contacts on two continents investigating the matter, so he was obviously concerned. Jeremy watched into his glass. “Dragon slayer. Has an old legend come to life, or is it all just bullshit?”

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

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