Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

He smiled anyway. We kept walking. “That one,” Cobra nodded toward a chubby man chewing something loudly, “Is Python. He talks too much, eats too much but a great hunter when we get to the fields.” Python was smiling while enjoying his meal, with crumbs on his lips. “Lion named him that,” Cobra added. “Don’t ask me why.” I almost smiled. It felt strange to see people acting normal. When we reached the group preparing for the hunt, I saw Tiger properly for the first time. He was putting on a metal breastplate. It looked heavy.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

“Strike true, Harbinger.” Elior plunged the Veilblade into the throne. The moment steel met stone, the world shattered. A blinding light erupted from the throne, engulfing everything in a torrent of raw energy. The chains wrapped around the spectral kings snapped one by one, their forms unraveling into nothingness. The shadows screamed, their hold weakening as the Veil itself trembled. Elior felt something inside him tear, as though the very threads of fate were unraveling. He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain, driving the blade deeper.

They are our future. ‘Keep an eye on them. Cyryl won’t let her rider perish, but I won’t let her die saving Skylar,’ he growls. When we get closer we can hear the roaring of dragons. Thyyd is the only silver left at the thunder. He is their leader until we arrive. I hear the ugly ‘thunk’ of a harpoon being launched and a dragonling screaming in pain. “Kill him!” I hear someone yell from the ground. I wave of hot fury rolls through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

The shadows in the room trembled, drawn to him like moths to flame. “Elara!” Iris cried, scanning for her daughter. A golden light flared from behind the cradle, and she saw Elara huddled there, her tiny face streaked with tears but radiant with pure light. “Stay away from them!” Iris snarled as Lyra stepped into the room. --- Scene 3: The Edge of Destruction Outside, the sanctuary walls shuddered as the Shadow Legion pressed harder. Aiden fought at the front lines, his silver fur streaked with blood and ash. The runes flickered, their power weakening.

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.