Dragonslayer Characters Novels & Stories

Samlael says, looking over our new friends. Madelyn makes introductions and Samlael nods his head to all of them, before focusing on Torin. “You must be from the Ddraig line of dragons.” “That's what I've been told,” he says, watching Samlael distrustfully. Samlael inclines his head. “Dragon Torin, my ancestors were the riders of the Ddraig line of dragons, fighters until the end. It is good to have the dragons home, but for me, I am most glad to see a Ddraig return.”

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.

She watched as intelligence swam behind the eyes of the dragon that had found her, yet never gave her away. They were as magnificent as they were deadly. She fell back onto her hands, confused about how she could be in awe of such vile creatures. What has come over me?

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.

Rex, Lacey and Minet all dashed forward towards Telagus, weapons drawn, ready to decide the fate of Hale. Book two, Magnus: Dragon Lord is available now.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

The battlefield of the Shattered Vale roared with chaos. Ash swirled like snow through the molten air, fire and shadow clashing in brutal waves. Soldiers screamed, magic crackled, and monstrous beasts tore through ranks. Yet at the heart of it, two figures moved as one: Verath Dravenor, Dragon King of Ashenrealm, and Elara Nightvale, healer and forbidden magic wielder.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Lazareth watched his king with wary eyes, strategically moving as Ragnar did, making sure to keep his body as the twins shield-a fact his king noticed with an amused grin. "Don't worry, your witches have bound my dragon tightly, I am fully in my human skin, and as fatigued as a newborn-I pose a threat to no one but I would like to glimpse my mate if I could?" Reluctantly, after receiving a nod from Demelza, Lazareth stepped to the side allowing his king the first real glimpse of his mate. "She's exquisite," Ragnar breathed, as the dragon rage fully subsided thanks to the twins. "She may look fragile, Mr. Delgaard, but don't believe for one second that Charlotte can't keep up with us supernat

They must have hidden among the crowd, not daring to come any closer. The knight commander saw Leila’s face and turned to other knights to say something. Leila couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she knew she would been taken away with them. “You need to come with us,” a golden knight said to Leila, as he began to bind her wrists with rope, knotting it tightly. Leila observed the knight’s hands glistening with a gorgeous golden sheen. She remembered her aunt saying once before, due to the loss of the dragon spirits, the dragon race’s appearance changed overnight. The high-ranking dragon lords, which were the golden and silver descendants, had glistening skin. As for the grey dragons, th