Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

I would come back to him. Julian rose to his feet, swaying. He stumbled to the corner and wrapped both hands around the heavy steel pipe. He closed his eyes. All he could see was me carrying him through the rain. He clenched his jaw, raised the pipe high above his head, and swung it down with every ounce of strength left in his body -- straight into his own left kneecap. *CRACK.* The sickening, brittle snap of shattering bone echoed through the tiny basement. Blinding pain ripped through his entire body. His kneecap was smashed to pieces. His lower leg twisted at a grotesque, unnatural angle.

Freja made her way to the Blacksmith, Zarek in tow. She had spotted a beautiful dagger set upon one of the shelves where the Blacksmith had placed ready to sell items. The blade was slender but wide enough to be of use, the handle being carved bone with a jewel inlaid at the top. Lovely swirls has been carved into the bone, each coming together to form the shape of a simplistic dragon. Ignoring the ache in her feet she almost ran to pick up the item before another did. “Wow, this is fine craftsmanship. What do you want it for?” She asked the Smithy, the soot covered balding man behind the anvil.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

“Then we don’t rewrite. We remember. And we fight.” But something stirred behind the light. A second figure stepped out—tall, lean, robed in lunar black. Eyes like shattered stars. The Bone Seer. He smiled. “Good,” he said. “Then bleed for it.” I stepped in front of Morwenna, my blade already singing free of its sheath. The Bone Seer didn’t flinch. He watched us like we were a puzzle already solved. “Your daughter showed me everything,” he said, voice slick with certainty. “The fall. The crown. The fire.”

The blood bone was strange, so he had better be careful to avoid failure. The next moment, dragon roars sounded inside his body. His fists turned like amethyst and grabbed at the blood bone that shot toward him. With Clangs, sparks flew everywhere. Chu Xun was shocked. The blood energy from the blood bone had exploded because of his grip, but the bone escaped.

I gasped at the grand dragon’s full body skeletal model, which was ceiling-high. “It’s real, meow,” Zosha said. “There is a first year ritual where the first-year students try to steal a bone from this dragon’s skeleton. Dragons, from their blood to bones, have outstanding healing properties. They are known as the healer of all healers. But even after their death, it’s almost impossible to steal their healing abilities without their permission. So no one has ever been able to steal even a small bone from this dragon’s frame.” “Woah… that’s… woah…” I mumbled, failing to believe my own eyes.

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.

Countless bones spurted out, stopping Caspian. "This is... the Dragon Bone?" Caspian recognized the aura lingering around these bones. They should belong to the Dragon race. A figure appeared with the Dragon Bone. His aura was stronger than that of the enemies he had encountered in the Abyss of Holy Devil before Caspian. Including the Evil Shadow Ghost Cultivator he met in the Ten Thousand Tomb Forest! In fact, Ghost Cultivator Evil Shadow was not that strong. He had been cultivating for many years, so it was very strange and difficult to deal with.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Swiftly, I tightened my hold on his neck, just before jerking my hand and snapping his neck. Since Dragons weren’t that simple to kill, I also proceeded to cut his head off with the dagger that usually carried. Once his head fell to the ground, rolling a few times just as his body crumbled to the floor. I took the Stone and held it between my thumb and index finger. After examining it a few times to ensure it was the correct Stone, I wrapped my hand around it.