Gale Dragon Slayer Novels & Stories

it said and fell asleep. Apollyon was glaring at the Holy Grail and the dragon depressed. Although the creature was currently sleeping, he did not doubt that Stormbreaker would destroy him the moment he attempted to approach the object. As a person who originated from the Dragon Tribe, Apollyon knew that an unparalleled existence like a dragon could monitor his actions even if it weren't paying full attention to him. Just feeling his presence was enough as a precaution for the dragon to guard the Grail.

I glanced at the skinny,skin-and-bones little red dragon in the corner and said firmly,"I want him." The moment I said that,the Grand Druid and the beastmen froze. The Naga at my feet shifted into his half-human form,frustrated tears falling from his eyes."You'd rather take a dying little lizard than me?" Chloe and Bjorn looked stunned as well. The Grand Druid stepped forward to warn me."Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely."

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

With great care he brought her up to the glossy black and red scales of his chest, where she would be warmest. Alpha King Keegan shifted next, a huge red beast stepping out of the space where Keegan had been standing. He was the largest of all the dragons. Blood red spikes adorned his spine, a huge bone spear tipped his tail, and his crimson belly was scared from battle. Galcalar, the dragon King’s shifted form, snorted a little smoke, clawed the ground and came to sniff the Omega. Ugh, all I can smell is the nightshade and that boorish dog. Galcalar bared his teeth in distaste. Breeth, remind me why we aren’t just biting the heads off these pathetic Alphas’ and taking their packs for ourse

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

“Honour forbids us to run from a fight, even if it’s one we cannot win.” The other women’s faces emerged from the undergrowth. “I saw you,” said Laney, eyes wide and twinkling. “You wrestled the dragon. You are the Dragonslayer!” Probably something she’d read in a book. The last thing I needed was her thinking I was some kind of mythical hero. Let them think you killed a dragon and you know what happens next? Everyone wants you to kill a dragon for them. And then a giant. And then it’s a balrog infestation. Pest control wasn’t where my ambitions lay.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Banari says. Big deal, he fucks anything that moves. “So, why were you looking for me?” she asks. “I want to claim a dragon so I can wage war against the original dragons who caused all of this,” Pyralis tells her. That’s more than he’s told me before, and I see that Galeus and Banari look surprised too. “Which one?” she asks. “What do you mean, which one?” Banari asks her. “Which dragon? There are two. There’s the small white one and there’s the very large multi-colored one.”

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

A few of the men remained on the ground, not transitioning to dragons, for they were to deal with the English mages and stop them from continuing to curse the weapons the knights used. They used old and powerful magic that could quickly kill a dragon, and that was the only way the pathetic English were any match for the dragon-shifters. The English had a few shifters themselves, but none of them were dragons, and only a few could fly. There was a phoenix and a griffin among them, but Ian had injured the griffin hours before, and Valen had destroyed the phoenix. It would rise again, but not during this battle.