Gajeel Iron Shadow Dragon Novels & Stories

“You’ve taken enough from me. No more!” She lunged, her golden blade piercing the Shadow God’s chest. Vaelor screamed, his body fracturing like glass. But as he crumbled, he laughed. “You think you’ve won? Look at your boy. The shadow in him will never leave. One day, he’ll become me… and you’ll be forced to strike down, son.” Iris turned, and her heart stopped. Caelum stood in the void, his small body glowing faintly—half gold, half black.

“Not to you. So if you won’t leave—what do you want?” I laughed before I could stop myself. She bristled instantly. Fire. Spine. Pride. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to slow the moment. “Shadow,” she growled. “Now answer the question.” “Simple,” I said. “I want you.” The world exploded. I dove as shots rang out, bullets cracking against stone. Jakob and Asher cursed as they scrambled for cover. My dragon surged. Protect her. Family. Stay back, I ordered it fiercely. Do not hurt her.

The molten rift vibrated like a living heartbeat, radiating a heat that pressed against Luna’s chest. The shadowed figure loomed at the rift’s core, its molten starlight eyes locked on her, radiating power older than the Veil itself. The molten dragon coiled protectively around her, but even its immense presence could not entirely contain the raw energy flowing from the rift. “This… thing,” Kael muttered, gripping his sword tighter, “makes the Shadow King look like a candle.”

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

When they crested a low ridge, the view opened—the enemy camp stretched across the white plain like a stain, banners snapping in the wind. It was worse than Eolan expected. Rows of siege engines stood ready, but it was the other shapes—covered wagons with iron-bound doors—that made his stomach knot. The heir’s jaw tightened. “Do you know what those are?” He shook his head. “Shadow cages,” she said grimly. “The Creed uses them to hold creatures they’ve bound in blood-oaths. They mean to match your darkness with something of their own.” Eolan stared at the wagons, the cold cutting deeper than the wind. “Then we can’t just hold the walls. We need to strike first.”

And standing by the window, completely calm, a man who looks about fifty but is closer to eight hundred. “Dragon Queen.” His voice is measured. “I wondered when you’d find me.” “Didn’t take long.” Jamie steps inside. “Konstantin.” Jai had given her the name on the flight over. Konstantin Vael. Shadow Council military commander. Responsible for every armed operation against dragon bloodlines for the past two centuries. Responsible for the six dead refugees. “You took our money,” he says. “That was bold.” “You killed my people. That was a mistake.”

She closed her eyes, reciting words that seemed to resonate with an ancient power: "When the forest weeps and darkness nears, Two souls shall meet across the years. One born of shadow, one of light, Together they'll set the future right. The Shadow's strength, the Flame's bright light, United they'll stand against the night. In balance found, new hope takes flight, As dusk and dawn at last unite." Asha's eyes opened, fixing me with an intense stare. "You, my dear, are the Light spoken of in the prophecy. And Kai," she said, turning to him, "you are the Shadow." My mind reeled, struggling to process the weight of Asha's words. I looked at Kai, seeing the same mix of confusion and, somehow, th

The leader among the three martial artists from the Gilligans narrowed his eyes and said, “Something’s up with this kid. I think he might know the Body Refining Technique.” One of the men shook, and his clothes turned to scraps before they fell to the ground. “I don’t believe that he has an Iron Skull. Even if he has, I'll split it open!” “Iron Body Master?” Jaguar’s pupils contracted. “Are you a practitioner of the ancient Slain art of Iron Body Technique, passed down through the lineage of the 13 Guardians? Are you Juvian Gray who was kicked out of Slain ten years ago?” “Indeed, I am!”

Stan was supposed to be at the border and not lurking in the middle of the forest. Going on his knees, Stan presents a small dagger which was crafted from the scale of a dragon. It was a tradition that the Gaels had held on to for generations. After a king dies, the dagger is presented to the next in line to the throne. Vincent stared at the dagger in shock and disbelief. Taking the knife, his fist slammed into Stan’s jaw, which sent the head of security flying a few feet away from him. “What kind of play is this, Stan!” Vincent yelled as black scales started forming around his neck and cheeks.

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.