Dragonslayer Characters Novels & Stories

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

They’re afraid, she realized, gasping. Tears stung her eyes. “I’m here. I’m here, my stars. I won’t let them reach us.” From above, a dragon roared again—Drakonios in full wrath. She looked up just in time to see him dive, fire gushing from his maw, burning a clear path through the center of the swarm. Shadowcreatures screamed and disintegrated mid-leap. Drakonios landed with a quake that split the earth, his claws dragging flaming arcs through the enemy’s ranks.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

“If there’s something I need to know right now, I’m begging you to tell me. I know that you’re guarding something here. You are the mistress of fire, and it is your duty to guard the sleeping dragon here. I don’t know where this dragon exactly is now here in the village, but I know you know where it is.” “I can’t tell you where it is, my daughter.” “But why, mother? If you just tell me where, we can easily end this and get back to the city.” “Because she chose you. I am no longer her guardian, and I am just one of her disciples now.” “What? That’s not fair. You sacrificed your whole life before Captain Black Beard imprisoned you. Then she will just remove you that easily?” “Laszlo didn't rea

’ I snarl. ‘We serve the Kingslayer, the true king, Nefzaan! Not Agnarr!’ the fire dragon before me spits. ‘Then die,’ I reply before I kill him, turning away as his body falls. Spiralling through the air before it hits the ground far below.

Draco replied with a serious face. “Then who are the two people next to you? I have to know their names before having a great battle. At least when I bury you, I can put your names on it,” said Radcliff with a sneer. Edmund's eyes flashed with anger. "I, Edmund Brighton, The Son of Jergintarth, The Firestarter, Half-Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer," replied Edmund as he stepped forward and stood right beside Draco with a look full of anger.

“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.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.