Dragonslayer 2 Novels & Stories

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face forward. "It'd seem I still have a long way to go. Much of your horde still looks at me with contempt," he comments. "Dragons have been reclusive for many years now, and we are very wary of outsiders. Not to mention your kind is our natural enemy." "You're right, I suppose," he says, flashing me a broad smile. "Do not worry, they will accept you in time," I assure him, "Dragon slayers played a major part during The Fires of Alira. Much of my horde lived back in those days. Time may not heal all wounds, but understanding can."

Lysander stayed close to me, the dagger blazing in his hand, its pale blue light pushing back the darkness that crept toward us from all sides. I raised the Kingslayer. The gold beneath my skin surged, hot and bright, and the blade blazed with light, gold and silver intertwined. The shadow wolves recoiled, hissing, covering their red eyes, but they did not retreat. They could not retreat. They were bound to Lorna's will, and Lorna's will was bound to the king.

She flared her nostrils and breathed out a powerful gust, ripping the saber from his grasp. "Your mom lost to me, and so will you," Arlyaen hissed and charged at her, his voice brimming with cold resolve. However, he froze in his tracks when fresh blood suddenly oozed from the sides of his lips. His eyes widened, staring down at the bloody claws that had penetrated him from behind. "You..." he gasped, staggering as he turned. What he saw stole the breath from him—another white dragon, standing silently behind him. He snapped his gaze forward again, blinking in disbelief. Indeed, there were now two dragons; one was solid, while the other wavered in and out of existence.

It lashed out, destroying tables and chairs with a single swipe of its tail. I turned to the second dragonling still in its cage. Its violet eyes began to glow—just like the first one. “We have to stop them before this gets any worse,” Daran said, rising to his feet. “But how?” I asked, my voice trembling with desperation.

That was because, right now, the legendary fight between two majestic dragons took place with a future heavily dependent on both. The fate of the rest of the dragons' slayers was in the hand of Caramel while the fate of the dragons lied on Whitey. When the two dragons collided, Caramel took her chance to escape from her dragon and swung her gold sword with a gold aura to Shadow. She aimed accurately at Shadow’s neck. Shadow just simply turned her body to the side at ease, however. The slash met the air instead of Shadow. “Are you sure you can handle me?” Shadow lifted her brow in wonder.

That is my home. I was about to tell her it was beautiful when she pulled me back and behind a tree. "What?" I whispered. There, she said, pointing. In the distance was a group of three gray dragons. They had metal armor around their arms and legs as well as their heads. "What are they?" I watched them fly, their eyes trained on the landscape below. Her voice quivered lightly as she spoke: Some of the Ondror Slayers. They are looking for me. For us. This time, they will not go so easy on us.

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.