Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

Ignorant, Liu Ying demanded, "What sword is it?" The old official's teeth chattered as he forced out a single word, filled with terror: "Duanyuan." At the sound of that name, Liu Ying froze, her face drained of all color. But before the assembled gods could recover, a commanding voice, laced with authority, descended from the clouds. "Cease this fearmongering!" "Jin Yao, Lord of the Abyssal Void, was vanquished by my own hand. That demonic blade, Duanyuan, was utterly destroyed and can never reappear."

Gabriel pets her nose, ''It's okay Dagahra, she is with me, and I like her, okay? Dagahra looks at me calculating but lets me come closer now. Then I hear the loud shrieking again, ''IEIAAHAHAEEEEEE.'' I look at Gabriel, ''Which dragon is that?'' Gabriel sighs, ''That is Thorn, he has never accepted a master. No one can get near him without a sedative. He is the most dangerous dragon we have because he is an Iron Tooth. The only one of his kind.'' I walk to the end of the cave, ''Take me to him I want to see him.''

"I never said, though. Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know. Let them call you Slayer, who cares?" "You never liked Ser Alliser to call you Aurochs." "He was saying I was big and stupid." Grenn scratched at his beard. "If Pyp wanted to call me Aurochs, though, he could. Or you, or Jon. An aurochs is a fierce strong beast, so that's not so bad, and I am big, and getting bigger. Wouldn't you rather be Sam the Slayer than Ser Piggy?" "Why can't I just be Samwell Tarly?" He sat down heavily on a wet log that Grenn had yet to split. "It was the dragonglass that slew it. Not me, the dragonglass."

The Cardinal walked over and slapped Asger in the face, “This is a world where the law of the jungle rules. Is it necessary for you to chastise me here? According to legend, Iron’s direct lineage bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Black Cooter. Today, I shall witness for myself if the legend rings true. Do it!” A direct descendant of the Irons was forcibly grabbed and pushed to the other side of the smelting furnace as soon as the voice fell. All his efforts were unfortunately in vain. That man was thrown into the furnace not long after. Fye fire swallowed him in the blink of an eye as soon as he fell into it. He was completely consumed by fire, leaving no trace of himself behind.

I squirted water from a bottle into his face and he gingerly opened his eyes and looked around in complete bewilderment. “Oliver Carnegie, you have hereby been charged with the distribution of illegal substances to humans and have been found guilty,” Felix said. “You’re not dragonkin,” Oliver spat at him. “But I am,” I said as I emerged from the shadows. “You’re a traitor to your own kind,” he said with disgust. “My name’s Ryder Grey and I’ll be your executioner today,” I said as his dragon separated from him and roared at me. “He just had to go there,” Felix said as he leaned back against the van.

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't stop what had gotten into me. A very loud scream brought me to my logical mind, I then clearly saw what I had done. Someone threw me off the guy who lay on the ground. I widened my eyes in horror then rushed to pick my spectacles that got thrown off during the fight. I had never fought in school or at home no matter what, I had never fought before in my life except for now. Did I just kill the man? My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly.

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

“The threat is gone?” “The main force is entombed,” Valerius confirmed, his gaze on the still-smoking scar on the mountain. “But the Wheel is a hydra. Cut off one head, others will be stirring in the shadows. And we have made a powerful enemy today beyond the fanatics.” He nodded toward the east, where Gryffen’s lands lay. “He will hear of this. He will call it an atrocity, a reckless endangerment of the kingdom by barbaric methods. He will use it to turn the other eastern lords against us, and against the crown for siding with us.”

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."