Fairy Tale Dragon Slayers Novels & Stories

“Do you even know what Slay the Dragon means? If you don’t, then you go and find out first … before you come here to complain.” Larice blinked a couple of times. What’s he talking about? Of course, she knew. That’s what everybody here had all been training for. All hunters dreamed of slaying those dragons and collecting their Dragonites to raise their ranks. But that’s not exactly what Larice Whitewind desired. She didn’t want to slay ‘any’ dragon. She wanted to slay ‘the’ dragon which razed her village and scorched her parents alive. But she knew she could never do it, knowing her fear and trauma would kill her first.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

“You’re thinking about war.” Brie didn’t deny it. “The Draynor could end the Dawlya,” she said softly. “Not slowly. Not surgically. Completely.” She lifted her gaze to the sky, imagining it darkened with wings. “They have no dragons. No air superiority. No real defenses against coordinated dragon fire. We could burn every stronghold, every council hall, every ritual site they have. End a war that’s lasted longer than most histories remember.” Max remained silent, but his attention sharpened.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.

dragons.A dragon so big laying comfortably on the stairs, his skin so beautifully blue...his tail was elegantly long.He was a monster."A dragon!" Alexandra said in a high pitched tone.His face moved...eyes wide open.The colour so adorable, it wasn't even just any colour but it changed from second to second.From green to yellow to red then to blue, he stared at the tiny little humans in front of them.In the wintry weather, he hibernated, they know he awoke by the sudden yell of excited Alexandra.He stood up arcing with out-stretched wings, each as brilliant as stained glass, they held their breath for a while, eyes wide.Perhaps it was the moment they waited for...the struggle...but was it wo

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

The moment you were born, my soul was part of yours. I shook my head defiantly. "You must be kidding... I mean, that's not true, right? It's not possible since..." I didn't go through a proper education, but if I categorize my knowledge, I'm far from illiterate. I know it's very impossible for a mage to have the ability to summon dragons. Even the spirit mages—the ones considered as the most powerful in Eravia, has considered that ability beyond their power. So how could a mere slave like me do that?

It is also probable that fairies built this splendorous castle which will explain the mystery that surrounds it. "I didn't even do anything wrong. You should have just sat on my face with your thick ass and I would have been happy to die like that. Instead, you have to use that wretched holy sword on me. You are a very cruel woman. I wish you never get married and die as an old maid." complained the dragon. "You are one peculiar dragon. Since I vanquished you, I will be taking your treasure to help my people." "Go help yourself. You'll be needing all the money you need to buy sex toys since you'll never get married. Go buy a big fat dildo to at least--"

From them they confirmed all their suppositions. This Gruppa of dragons had been actively growing an army. They abducted young women to house their embryos until they could survive outside the host body. The snatched younger children to be slaves. “What do we do now?” Paulo asked, surveying the horde of people now staring at him. “I did not expect so many.” A little voice stammered, “You’re not going to leave us here are you? The dragons might come back. Please help us.”