Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

"Who's the leader? The Supreme Priest asked pointing with his staff to the captives. "The blood of the innocent will fall upon you," declared Theobald proudly, taking a step forward. Four warriors from to the Northern clan took Theobald by his arms and piercing his back with their spears, forced him to cross the bridge and kneel before the Golden Snake. The gems on the Golden Serpent glittered illuminated by the torches. A warrior handed the High Priest an ax with a large blade of sharp metal.

"I know everything" If is you do why can't you see that I'm dying to be yours, Ava said mentally before slapping herself mentally too ,forgetting the fact that the lord could hear her thoughts. "When was the last time you had sex?" Ava asked regretting her question as soon as it came out of her mouth. "Today," The lord replied standing up to get Avan. Ava noticed the snake had red eyes like the colour of the gem protector on the swords she saw with the guards in the royal house.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

“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.”

“It made me realize a few things about myself and those I called friends, just as you did when we struck the bargain that keeps me from ever returning home. The Castle helped me without giving me an advantage over the others.” “Mm, good. We are flawed creatures, Rachel. Iridian has and always will be more than just a tedious game.” He murmured thoughtfully; his voice sounded as though his mind were miles away. I gave him a few moments, just as he had done the same for me. When he spoke again, that playful edge was back to his voice. “Now, what are your two questions? Will you ask about Aidan? I’m betting you won’t. No, I don’t think you will. There are so many more pressing questions you cou

“We end this war before the world splits a second time.” “Umbara is no ordinary enemy,” Orion pressed. “He’s no longer human.” Rayden gave a thin smile. “Neither am I.” The sky began to change color. From blue to dark red. From a distance, a rumbling sounded like the beating of thousands of wings. Anya looked up, her face tense. “Saint Dragon.” For a moment, their silhouettes appeared, creatures with silver scales, eyes empty, and radiant wings, diving from the cracks between worlds still open in the northern sky.

“I only regretted not listening to Lewis earlier! “You don’t deserve to live.” “Are you done?” Jack let out a cold laugh. “Then it’s my turn.” He grabbed the vase and swung it toward her head, but his knees suddenly buckled. The vase shattered against the floor with a sharp crash, and he collapsed on the broken shards. Blood spread quickly beneath him. “It wasn’t only in the food. I put the sleeping pills in the water too. “You don’t deserve to live. And neither do I. We both needed to face what we’ve done.”

A low, ancient sound that promised ruin. Her last prey still lingered in her mind, dull and uninspiring. “Mother of Deserts… please!” Argonios, Dragon Slayer of Vamidr, a legend among mortals, fell to his knees. The great sand expanse swallowing the sound of his plea, his voice broke like reed in the wind. Tears streaked through the dust on his face, molten sand clung to his armor that has been half-melted from the heat of her power.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j