Fairy Tale Dragon Slayers Novels & Stories

Laila requested her father. Dragons would usually find their fated mates by the age of 23. If they don't, then the Dragon Council will bless them with a suitable chosen mate. So the council decided that Laila would be Kael's chosen mate. The Dragon Council has Alexander as the council head, 4 ministers, along with a Chancellor and a Vice Chancellor. No one can replace the Blacks as the heirs to the dragon throne. They are the strongest Black dragons in the world. The Black family dragons were always blessed with fated mates, but Kael didn't. So they selected Laila.

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

This unlikely alliance, forged in the wake of a devastating battle, held the potential for victory. The journey to the Dragon’s Teeth was fraught with peril. The Night Howlers’ knowledge of the terrain proved invaluable, guiding them through hidden passages and treacherous landscapes. Ronan’s swordsmanship and Lyra’s earth magic protected them from the numerous dangers they encountered – monstrous mountain trolls, mischievous sprites, and even the ghosts of ancient warriors who guarded the mountain’s secrets.

Each one of the dragons not only represented each of the four dragon families that Rule the four countries, but also the four first Shifters from the old fairytale that I had read to Calix. Fidgeting in my all black dress and black thick cloak, I stared back into her stone gaze, my mind taking me back to that dream I had of her. Was all that happened real? Did The All Mother truly visit me in my sleep? What did her words mean? And why did I feel that way when I was looking at the wolf and dragon?

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." "I didn't realize your horde members were that old," he replies. "Not all of them, but many of them served during the war. Dragon slayers used the war as a way to eradicate all of my kind, which is why there are not many slayers left today," I explain. "Your people did what needed to be done," he says. "I suppose we did."

The more dragons they had, the better their chances of taking over. That was the prophecy he knew. The prophecy neither Mare nor the Baryns knew. To them, the prophecy meant freedom from slavery but he knew the true prophecy spoke of the merging of the kingdom of old once again. An order of 6 kingdoms once broken, merged under dragon blood. Only then... He was tempted to release a deep sigh of relief but it was just beginning. This is where their story will begin and for many years after this, the story will continue to be told.

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.

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

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