Dragonslayer 2 Novels & Stories

Striking. His sharp nails ripping through flesh. Severing bodies. Gusts of hot air and fire were spitting from his massive maws. Burning the enemies emerging from the black soil. Flying up and gliding down, they continued to burn. From both their sides, she saw two more dragons, one in black, the other in silver-gray, with warrior riders, joined the fight. Her Dracon decided to up the ante on the battle by landing on the shaking ground. Roaring and roasting anyone coming for them.

Slowly the silhouette of the twin dragons appeared behind her. Thunder boomed across the way, with Lightning circling itself. The Raptors stopped resisting and bowed down to her. The first walked over and stared at Two in doubt of what she was really. Feeling its gaze on her, Two stared intently into its eyes. It bowed down as well. "Haaaa!" Two exhaled deeply in relief. "I do not want to do this again. I will make sure you all pay me back for these bites!" A flicker of Ion light flashed in her eyes.

He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.

“Let’s do this Dragina,” Layana said softly stroking the scales of her dragon’s neck. She saw Myra raise her arms - the darkness spreading like smoke from her, bolts of pure darkness were shot at Layana who blasted them all aside as the sky illuminated with her dazzling power.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

This unlikely alliance, forged in the wake of a devastating battle, held the potential for victory. The journey to the Dragon’s Teeth was fraught with peril. The Night Howlers’ knowledge of the terrain proved invaluable, guiding them through hidden passages and treacherous landscapes. Ronan’s swordsmanship and Lyra’s earth magic protected them from the numerous dangers they encountered – monstrous mountain trolls, mischievous sprites, and even the ghosts of ancient warriors who guarded the mountain’s secrets.

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.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.

I want to run, but I’m too afraid. “I assure you, Tru. I am not doing this in gest. I don’t know why humans forgot about the night’s children and us. I’m going to find the answers, but I need someone to help me.” The fight is over in minutes. Bodies litter the ground. Some burnt from fire and others torn apart by teeth and talons. Six dragons lay on the ground. It’s clear they didn’t make it. I watch as a red dragon makes its way to the fallen ones. It lets out a roar, and the other dragons follow. Some lift the deceased dragons, while some begin to gather wood, and the others start burning what’s left on the field.