Dragonslayer 2 Novels & Stories

Unlock two random abilities from the Blood Dragon and Fire Dragon Skill Trees. An aberration born from the fusion of a dragon and a Mindflayer's tadpole parasitizing it, it has a horrendous form filled with jawed tentacles on its head, and powerful Psionic abilities that can easily destroy the minds of the weak and ignorant. Unlock two random abilities of the Blood Dragon and Mindflayer Skill Trees. Chaos felt a bit discouraged, all of them seemed way too good. All of them would bring a useful upgrade… But he still felt like those that evolved him into something that wasn't a Vampire Dragon would steal his uniqueness, and what had made his father put a lot of effort into his creation.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Their stance defensive, their hearts set on protecting their baby brother. “When it comes to the matter of fated mates, it’s safe to say his mine.” Brandon interjected before another conversation passed through him. “What does that mean?” “I Lord Donald the second, leader of the North and South Sectors of the dragons clans. Lord of Sanctuary Clan, have marked my mate. At this moment my dragon’s breaths is in sync with his heartbeat.” He pronounced. Not leaving a gap for discussion and entered the building sensing his return like an intuition. Stepping out of the hard metal, his leather jacket disguising his soft and sensitive nature.

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

"I have missed you so much. But there's no time. The dragons need to be destroyed, and you're the only one who can do it." "Me? How?" Aurora asked. "I'm not strong enough." "You're stronger than you think." Kahlan told her. "Just as everything happens for a reason, so are you." "I don't understand." "You were born for a reason Aurora." Kahlan continued. "It has been written in the sands of time, before the first war, that the dragons will emerge a second time and cause chaos to the realm. But a warrior will be born to destroy them, a warrior that isn't the Alpha, but his mate."

Give me a century, no, give me half a millennium. The Calamity Dragon scoffed before he placed his gigantic and clawed hind limb atop Damon’s torn back. ‘Give her back to me, Halfling prince, and I will swear I will let you leave unscathed.’ A pair of ruby eyes met a set of emerald ones. “Then you will have to kill me first.” "So be it." Amid the squabbling above the mist, a whole new level of fight transpired between two dragons.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

"Well, like I said, only Royals can ride dragons." "Princess Elaria isn't a Scorcher. Can she still ride them?" Jagger nodded. "Of course. As long as she has Thorian blood, which she does, because she's royal. She has two dragons, actually. Vaether and Vassar." I listened with keen interest, shutting my book and turning fully to face Jagger. "Why two?" "As many as bond with you. Thrystan has one, Rocco, the second-largest dragon in the kingdom. The King's is the largest, Kaos."