Dragonslayer 2 Novels & Stories

Igikran replied, with much anger, "Dragons! You are nothing but a swarm of alates. I am going to rip your wings off and slay you in your heart to taste your blood. I want your golden blood to possess my strength." Ivan’s nerves bulged in anger and he replied, "Dev, let me roast these over-mouthed ravens." Ivan hurried to attack along with his dragon warriors. Dev led their warriors to defend the Forbidden Tower from attack. The second war between dragons and raven wizards was on track in the Forbidden Tower. ***** In the dungeon, Indigo splashed some liquid on the face of Akshara. Akshara was startled to wake up from her sleep. Indigo shouted, "Did you have a nice sleep, you creepy sheep? Wa

If Segundus wasn’t already dead, I’d kill that bastard again, and again, and again. “Are you sure?” his head rests on my belly as his hand reaches lower, absently petting me. “I am certain,” my eyes water as I tell him once again. “I am carrying another clutch, Daax. Three little lives. The healers confirmed it this afternoon,” I continue to stroke his hair as I add, “At least two of them are celestial dragons. I’m hoping they are sun dragons like their father.”

“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.

It was an older model but by the condition was nothing short of the brand new models. “Where is Rosalie.” Asrar demanded as Ryan also looked towards her. “Get in and I’ll take you.” Mama Chika smiled gently as the boys all scrambled into the car. Rosalie panicked when she heard the roar of a dragon. Isabella grabbed her gently which comforted Rosalie. Avalon was there to hold her as well. Mary heard the commotion and slightly panicked. She held up her hand, palm facing the ladies on the couch as she walked to the patio. Rosco was there keep a close eye. To Mary’s wondering eyes was a large grey dragon in front of a even larger red dragon. The red dragon roared his warning which caused Mary t

Garry stepped in, "You should get to know everyone else as well. Then, you can talk to your cousin later." He walked me around Kat and introduced the other three. He started with the first two on the left. They both had yellow eyes with light yellow hair, "These are Sam and Samuel Laseus. They're twins, as you can clearly see." "I didn't know dragons could have twins." "If a dragon lays two eggs instead of one, they'll always be identical twins." Thinking about the twin's last name, I asked them, "So you're related to the magic teacher Terry then?"

Translucent golden scales began to shimmer beneath my white fur, and my extended claws crackled with pure, kinetic dragon fire. I wasn't just an Alpha anymore. I was a living, breathing server stack, processing the defensive geometry of an entire continent. "Hold the connection, Xander," Sereia’s voice boomed inside my head, her logical mind guiding the terrifying torrent of energy inside me. "Rerouting the load to the perimeter stones now. Executing Terrain Rewrite." I threw my head back and let out a roar that shook the entire mountain range, slamming my gold-scaled fists directly into the courtyard floor.

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.

She heard a distant shout, Gelda’s voice growing closer. “Caelia!” Gelda screamed, dropping the food and drinks she’d gathered. “Caelia, run!” Caelia lifted a trembling arm, trying to plead with the beast she believed was her husband to stop. But before she could speak, the sky darkened, and a massive shadow loomed overhead. Another dragon, many times larger, and entirely different had appeared, jaws clamping down on the serpent-like creature’s neck and shoulder. The smaller screamed as blood splattered across the pond, soaking the ground.

The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality. ​Before I could fully adjust to the new surge of power, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. ​The heavy scent of fresh dragon blood and intense thermal energy had leaked from the cave opening, alerting the true masters of the lower depths. From the surrounding dark tunnels, a low, collective growling echoed against the stone walls. ​Red eyes pierced the gloom—dozens of them. A massive pack of abyssal nightmare beasts, twisted predators with multiple limbs and jagged armor, poured into the cavernous chamber.