Gajeel Iron Shadow Dragon Novels & Stories

Fucking hell. “Don’t stress it, Prescott,” someone grunted from the side. My eyes found the figure leaning against the wall. That smug face clouded with hatred. Gabriel. Of course it had to be him. Better him than Aaron, though. Pain shot through my body as I tried to sit up straight. I bit down on the low growl forming in my throat. “My man.” I grinned despite myself. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. What did you do to annoy Greyman so much?” he asked, hovering over me.

One second he was on his knees beside his fallen bike, the next he was between the shadow and Elara, pulling something from the inside of his vest. A dagger. Silver, etched with a single rune that pulsed the moment it hit the night air. He slashed at the shadow. And the thing screamed. Not normal sound - more like the space around us tearing. The creature recoiled, its edges flickering like burning paper. Calder and Maddox reached me at the same time, dragging me upright. Jaxon sprinted toward Rafe, ready to tear anything apart with his bare hands. The shadow struck again - faster this time, splitting like liquid lightning.

She wore the amber of the eldest house and her silver-white hair was unbound for the first time I'd seen, and she looked like something out of the murals, ancient and precise and entirely present. The dragon ceremony involved fire, which was extremely on-brand, and the exchange of objects made from volcanic stone, and words spoken in the old language of Firebourn that Maren translated for Alex in an undertone while I stood beside him biting down a smile at his expression as he tried to follow along. Caen was there, and the woman with the green hem, and even Shira, who stood at the back of the gathered witnesses with her arms crossed and her expression carefully neutral and still came, which

collapsed to the training mats. ---------------- Back at the Iron Works, the mechanical web suddenly went limp. The high-pitched whine died down, replaced by a chilling, unnatural silence. The automated drones deactivated, their glowing sensors fading to black. "What happened?" Jax asked, helping Jade to her feet. Jade was staring at her dark terminal, her face pale. "The jammer is gone. The signal is back, but… it’s coming from the dojo." She frantically rebooted her system, her fingers trembling as the data began to stream in. The security cameras at The Dragon's Lair flickered to life, showing the aftermath of the assault. The training hall was in ruins, the wooden floorboards splintered,

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

I couldn't resist the man, and I couldn't resist this dragon. I stared into his strange eyes, gleaming in his lust. "You- dragon..." "Shade," he said in a voice that made my p*ssy clench. His voice was gruff, animalistic. "I am Shade." Dragons were proprietorial creatures, and there was just no way I was going to escape this dragon, not right now. His hands were burning me, and even in the cold water, I felt like a volcano was spilling from inside me.

My voice echoed around the room and I heard the dragon’s low chuckle. He emerged from the shadows and suddenly we were outside, in the open with the dark night sky above us. His eyes had a murderous glint in them and I watched his spiked tail. The dragon was gray, like mine and I almost felt sorry for the illusion. I ran straight toward him and he moved his body sideways as his tail swept across the ground and lifted at the last second to strike me full in the chest. I was on his tail and ran up towards his back as his tail swished around and he turned his head to get a look at me.

couldn’t tell you who I really was because I would have put a target on your back. But now I have no choice I can’t let Shawna and her baby die.” I said tearfully, as I covered my face and cried. I felt two arms around me. I looked up to see Ji’lahni and Mina hugging me. “First of all, you know damn well we wouldn’t have cared about none of that shit. We are family and we have been through hell these past months. You risked your life to save us from that crazy ass Zane and even now. You have never let us down and you have trained us to protect ourselves. We would be dead if it wasn’t for who you are, so we love you. “Ji’lahni said tearfully. “Yea we love you lil dragon slayer.” Mina said

Of course, he would be safe, beside him. “What are you…” “Remember, you are a dragon heart. Yisuf will take good care of you.” Riyin didn’t understand. Who was Yisuf? The witch had also called him a dragon but he had no idea what she had been babbling about and now, his father was using the word too. “I love you, son.” The witch was bashing herself against the runes and one of the symbols fell to the ground and disappeared in a puff of smoke. His father shut his eyes and started to chant. A bright light formed from one of the bookshelves and it widened. The witch screeched, “He is mine!”