Gale Dragon Slayer Novels & Stories

Zeres said as though it was normal fact he was stating. “Of Course I do know of that, the question now is what kind of breed? You can't find just any type of dragon, it would not work. And the dragon itself must be killed by you the one who would consume it. Who on earth would fight a dragon?” “Me?” Zeres laughed defiantly without hiding his amusement. Of course he was the only one who had that madness radiating within him and that had helped him slay the Golkin Dragon of the ancient Greek.

One moonlit night, as Sable rested by a crackling campfire, a flicker of movement caught her attention from the corners of her eyes . She turned her head sharply, her senses heightened, and caught sight of a pair of glowing amber eyes peering at her from the underbrush. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the presence of a Dragonkin, a creature known for its stealth and cunning. "Who's there?" Sable called out, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her. The figure emerged slowly, revealing itself to be a young Dragonkin with scales as dark as midnight. Its snakelike tail swished back and forth, reflecting the glimmers of moonlight that filtered through the dense canop

“Marcel!” His head snapped towards mine as his claws dug into Shae’s neck, rivulets of blood already making their way downwards. “Wynter Grey, the slayer of dragons and hunter of vampires.” “You forgot to say something about the wolves and fae I’ve killed.” “I’m surprised you had the balls to come here, running away from Mintia like you did. You’re a coward Grey and I’ll relish in killing you!” “You can have me Marcel but you’ll need to let her go.”

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

After tightening his stance, Gerald then began charging toward the dragon! For a moment, the dragon almost appeared excited as it began diving toward Gerald as well! “Slaying Surge of Turmoil!” roared Gerald as his aurablade flared red and flew toward the dragon, piercing right through it! Roaring in pain, the dragon attempted to struggle for a while… until its eyes eventually turned grey and its massive body came crashing down into the river… With the dragon now slaughtered, Gerald raised a brow when he saw that two shining items had appeared on the surface of the river.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

As they kneeled and vowed their heads, the Silver Dragon Lord uttered some more chants and suddenly the smoke disappeared. “With the power vested in me as the Dragon Lord; you Dareon, the strongest Dragon in the Dragon Land and the master dragon of the Thregonad Village has been tied in heart and mind to your chosen woman beside you now. You will love and cherish her; defend her even if it means death for you; Do you accept these vows with full sincerity and gaiety?” The Dragon Lord asked Dareon after his magical song. Dareon looked-up, put his hand on his chest near his heart and answered with such sincerity and firmness. “I do my Dragon Lord. I will love and cherish Shelyca; defend her eve

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.