Dragonslayer Characters Novels & Stories

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Daddy asked them, to which they nodded. I was hiding behind Liam hanging on to his suit jacket for dear life. I saw the glares that Jenna was giving me, but I didn't care. I don't want to do this. “Myra come meet your future Husband NIcholas Aspen, “ Liam moves to the side still with eyes down. i walk forward, and when I look up, my heart stops, and my stomach drops. NIcholas Aspen is the dragon? When Daddy taps his shoulder, NIcholas brings his gaze to mine and his jaw set, and his perfect lips form a thin line.

"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."

Keeping on cooperating with her may not be a wise decision. Dragons were a totally different species after all. They had their own interest. He thought a while, then dialed a different number. The phone was picked up quickly. An excited, noisy young male voice came from another side of the phone, “Dude! Seriously?! You are calling me!!!” Ragnar let out a slight sigh, already feeling like getting a headache. It was Daniel, the heir of the serpents, an “innocent” young lad who once tried to travel through the rogue’s desert with his “bros” without even bringing a map.

And his younger brother, who was slightly on the sane side, but unfortunately his brother knew nothing about it. “She is only plan B, dad. This time, Clan Firestorm will be destroyed. We deserve the power. We are as powerful as they are!” I heard his voice, and it made me want to peel my skin off. I was an idiot. Most of the dragons living in Draconià are now clanless, except a few clans from powerful ancient blood lineage. He was an idiot. He knew the crown chose Clan Firestorm. Before the Storms were royals, it was another clan. I don’t remember much about what happened. I had never been good at school, anyway.

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?"

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

My eyes flickered over to Charlotte as she tossed her ebony hair over her shoulders. Her dragon was just as strong as she was stubborn, I was glad that she was a member of the flock. She looked at me as she pushed her bangs away from her forehead, before her green eyes scanned the area. Kingston, her partner, moved closer to Louis. The young dragon was good at sensing other's emotions. “Thank you for flying with me, whatever happens tonight. I will return.” I said, the small group was quiet as I spoke before Louis nodded. They needed to know that there was a chance that I may not be returning with them, I hoped my plan would work.

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.