Hell Salamander Novels & Stories

“This is Samuel. The salamander.” “I am Samuel. The salamander dragon.” He offered his hand to Malikul. But, Malikul sounded offended. “Excuse me?”

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

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.

As they went under a bridge, parrotfish of all sizes and colors swam around them. Madchen marvelled at the sight, as Drago chuckled. “Welcome to Islamorada, the land of the purple sunset. The whole area was beautiful, tropical and a little exotic. Sand, palm trees and ones with red blossoms dotted the area. The boat pulled up to a dock, on the Atlantic side, which was nearly as calm as the gulf. “We are here,” Drago purred, as his dragon showed the happiness of being with his mate.