Gajeel Iron Shadow Dragon Novels & Stories

Matthew was looking up. His eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment. A giant shadow forecast over him as well the chimaeras behind him. The owner of the shadow was a large winged being with bluewhite scales. Its eyes were green and shone dimly in its own shadow. Its wings made it appear bigger. It was standing on two legs and it also had a pair of arms. It gave off a very intimidating presence with just its appearance alone. It was the Elemental Dragon Emperor, Platinum!

"You ask much, son of Vala. You come to us with the blood of our enemy in your veins, and you ask us to bleed for you." "I ask you to fight for yourselves," Tristan said. "The God-Shell... if it is repaired, if the Queen pilots it... there will be no Iron Wastes. There will be no mountains. There will only be the Empire." "The Queen?" Ora asked sharply. "The Dragon Queen is dead." "She is not," Saoirse said, her voice breaking. "She is... she is a shell. A puppet. They dug her up." A silence heavy with horror settled over the tent. The Iron-Kin respected the dead above all else. To disturb a grave was the ultimate blasphemy.

"Go, woman, and leave me in peace. Do not give that female a ride through the realm crossing. She'll be happy soon enough." Yes I will as long as my sword pierces his heart. Sword. Damn, I need a new one. "Since when do you have a golden eagle in your realm?" Jewel asks. Oh crap. I flex my wings and take off. I'm not ready to give away my shifting capabilities. I might have liked Jewel if she hadn't threatened to give me to someone else. Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. If Ashrac liked... no, loved me, my revenge would be so sweet. I need to put my other plan in place first. Ashrac needs a heavy dose of eagle trouble and I know exactly how to do it. These dragons are very concerned with

The geothermal heat of the First Hearth hits the metal casing, instantly melting the iron into a useless, liquid red slag that drips onto Kaelen’s boots, burning through his sea-leather gauntlets. He shrieks in agony, dropping the ruined weapon and falling to his knees on the soot-stained floor. I step into his space, my obsidian claws sliding out from my right fingers with a soft, lethal schlick. I catch him by the collar of his fur coat and yank his face up until his bloodshot eyes are forced to look into the violet supernova of my gaze. "The shipyards belong to the Shadow and the Flame, Kaelen," I say, my voice a quiet, catastrophic density that makes the melting vats behind him groan. "O

He struggled with all his might, but the Shadow Man's hand was tightly clamped around his neck as if intent on strangling Wilbur to death. Just then, the dragon's head on Wilbur's back lit up once more. A powerful dragon aura took shape, letting out a howl of fury before snapping the gray Shadow Man's arm in half. The part of the Shadow Man that the dragon's tail struck turned into a fuzzy light that floated upward toward the band of green light. The gray Shadow Man stumbled backward as if sensing danger. The rest of the Shadow Men seemed shocked as well. Following that, several shadows gathered together. They joined hands, muttering strange chants as a silver pearl appeared on each of their

She heard a distant shout, Gelda’s voice growing closer. “Caelia!” Gelda screamed, dropping the food and drinks she’d gathered. “Caelia, run!” Caelia lifted a trembling arm, trying to plead with the beast she believed was her husband to stop. But before she could speak, the sky darkened, and a massive shadow loomed overhead. Another dragon, many times larger, and entirely different had appeared, jaws clamping down on the serpent-like creature’s neck and shoulder. The smaller screamed as blood splattered across the pond, soaking the ground.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

His wings were long and strong, and his tail lithesome. He circled again in the sky. He was focused on something lower down the mountain range, I realised, and leaned out of the cave mouth to see what it was that had his attention. Sunlight reflected from armour and chainmail. The fabric and insignia on their gambesons declared them to be from Uyan Taesil. Clareath’s soldiers had tracked me across the border and to the dragon’s cave.

His voice suddenly changed. "There's someone in the shadows. It's best to stick together so that I can use you as a shield, "Gior said with the same stoic expression, but he couldn't contain his laughter when Aesthelia made a face when he mentioned him sacrificing Aesthelia when the troubles came in. Even though he is laughing, his eyes look uneasy for some reason. Aesthelia looks around, and she sees what he meant. There's someone lurking in the shadows. The presence it gives is not that clear and detectable. It's not either a wolf or a human; it has no scent at all.

"Lord of Shadows. Conqueror of the Dead. And you dare try to kill her?" The guard stepped back when the shadow started to move and took the form of a person dressed in armor. It doesn't have a face and is all black except for its dark red eyes, like a devil. And the guard is sure that the deep voice came from the shadow who is currently approaching him. "You dare lay your hands on my liege, you peasant." The shadow whispered as soon as his head is on the same level as the guard and that caused the man to fall on his butt out of fear.