Novel & Cerita Ice Dragon Slayer

Lines of blood split across Andrew's body as his veins burst under the crushing weight of Dragon's Might. "Andrew!" Isabelle shouted in panic from outside. Still suspended midair, Ezekiel laughed viciously. "Andrew, today is the day you fall. Die for me!" Pain flickered across Andrew's face, yet his voice remained as calm as still water. "You celebrate too soon. There is only one true dragon in this world, and that is the Divine Dragon of Etharia. The Dragon's Cyclone, created by Mr. Sloan, originated from the Holtrien octagonal formation.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Draco replied with a serious face. “Then who are the two people next to you? I have to know their names before having a great battle. At least when I bury you, I can put your names on it,” said Radcliff with a sneer. Edmund's eyes flashed with anger. "I, Edmund Brighton, The Son of Jergintarth, The Firestarter, Half-Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer," replied Edmund as he stepped forward and stood right beside Draco with a look full of anger.

Mom says venomously. “Exactly which Dragon King, Father?” Niko pushes. “The Silver Dragon, I’m presuming,” Lycus replies, the two are best friends and Lycus is also Niko’s Beta. “No. The Obsidian Dragon.” Dad’s words send a chill down my spine and Morwenna gasps. “What?” The Obsidian Dragon is the worst of their kind. Why would Dad invite him? “He is a monster who is said to eat the hearts of those he kills and drain their bodies of blood. Even his own kind, he spares no one.”

Her lips stopped before his and she blew a thick, dark smoke into his mouth. He cried out in anguish as his body was wracked with fire. He fell to his knees as he felt his dragon form being forced to the surface. His skin split and bled as the rest of the scales surfaced. Elric threw his head back and screamed as fire ripped from his throat. His sides heaving, he stood in front of Ishild, a dragon. "Come, pet," she said and settled herself onto her throne of blood.

“Do you even know what Slay the Dragon means? If you don’t, then you go and find out first … before you come here to complain.” Larice blinked a couple of times. What’s he talking about? Of course, she knew. That’s what everybody here had all been training for. All hunters dreamed of slaying those dragons and collecting their Dragonites to raise their ranks. But that’s not exactly what Larice Whitewind desired. She didn’t want to slay ‘any’ dragon. She wanted to slay ‘the’ dragon which razed her village and scorched her parents alive. But she knew she could never do it, knowing her fear and trauma would kill her first.

The first challenger stepped into the ring, a massive wolf with silver fur and eyes like ice. Draven’s jaw clenched. “Silverclaw’s heir.” I glanced at him. “Can you beat him?” He looked down at me, gold eyes burning. “Watch.” He shifted in one smooth motion, fire and smoke consuming him until the dragon-wolf hybrid stood where the man had been. Black scales shimmered across his flanks, and wings unfurled like blades of flame. The crowd fell silent. The Silverclaw heir lunged first, but he never stood a chance. Draven met him midair, claws striking, fire roaring. It was over in seconds, the heir flung across the pit, unconscious before he hit the ground.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.