Dragonslayer Characters Novels & Stories

After careful questioning about the current situation in the area, Christine and her Uncle Liam made their way to the temple in Dragon Claw City. Heirs to the Dragon Claw Warlocks have always been rare, with no more than three siblings in a generation. Christine's grandfather had two sons, the eldest Alexander and the second Liam, of whom only Christine's father Alexander awakened the Dragon Vein Warlock bloodline. Liam did not awaken, but he did have the Dragon Vein, so he easily understood the fighting spirit and became a knight.

Finally, she made her way inside the main part of Forrest Keep, less clothes and skin, but she had conquered the flaming waves and the gauntlet of soldiers. For the briefest of moments, she leaned against a tree, catching her breath, preparing for more. She scanned the dark skies, but the dragons seemed to stay higher up than before. The armored vigilantes, relaxed and unbridled by fear of the people, wandered here and there pillaging the dead. It was disgusting and made her skin crawl, but it also gave her the freedom to move within the smoke and shadows unnoticed.

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

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments.

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.”

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."

Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon. They tousled around for a few minutes before Asrar got the upper hand and bit down on the intruders wing. He tossed him a small distance away as he stood his ground. He didn’t have time for this. He had to find Desiree. His head turned to the women who now had two boys around her. He was floored, she was so identical to Rosalie it wasn’t funny. The only difference is she had intense blue eyes. ‘If your fight is with me then take my life but leave my families alone.’ The dragon growled trying to get a good position to attack. Asrar froze at the voice, he had known it from somewhere. When his eyes fell on