Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

'Awful, just like you ' he snapped while trying to hide how much this is affecting him. But Irina could see that he is not really unaffected by it all. He is just trying to look unaffected. She understood that he will not make any moves to hurt her. So she seized this opportunity and attacked him with her claws. Her claws are poisoned by something dangerous for dragons. Unlike her emotional son, she is ambitious and would kill anyone and everyone who ever tries to come in her way. 'Ahhh....' Hydra roared with pain when Irina's claws tore his stomach. He felt like his insides were burning in fire.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

Iris continues, “I didn’t know him long, but every day I saw exactly what my mother always said he was: resilient. Brave—” “Handsome,” Irene cuts in, laughing. “Shut up,” Iris rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “What I mean is, Perseus Gray Cage is far too legendary to be taken down by dragon-shifter arrows and a fall from a cliff. You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I say, my lips curling into a soft grin. “The great Lycan King.” “The one who conquers cities and brings the world to its knees,” Irene continues, pitching her voice like she’s telling an old heroic tale.

Minos said. "You're telling the story wrong." "I'm trying to make a point, so can you just, listen?" Cassana shrugged. She seemed to know where Minos was going. "So, after a hundred years of subjugation, after suffering under the tyrannical rule of the evil god Eon, the humans finally rose up and fought back, under the leadership of Markelus." "There we go..." Cassana quipped. "Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-"

“They have. But for thousands of years, they were solitary or lived in small family groups. The Silvermoons changed that. Your ancestor, Lyanna Silvermoon, united the scattered wolves under a single banner. She was the first Celestial Wolf in recorded history.” Elena opened one of the books, revealing an illustration of a magnificent silver wolf with glowing blue markings. She looked exactly like the wolf I’d seen in my dreams. “Lyanna created an empire that lasted three hundred years. Every pack, every Alpha, everyone bowed to the Silvermoon throne. It was a golden age. Peace, prosperity, advancement.” Elena’s finger traced the illustration. “But when Lyanna died, her children fought over s

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

does not understand anything about his students, perhaps that's why his two students became youkai. Dragón de Hierro, the God of Metal, looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, who was frowning, he wondered endlessly, he was in the middle of the desert shaking his head incessantly, and then sadly asked: "Don't you have a way to solve this problem?"

That is my home. I was about to tell her it was beautiful when she pulled me back and behind a tree. "What?" I whispered. There, she said, pointing. In the distance was a group of three gray dragons. They had metal armor around their arms and legs as well as their heads. "What are they?" I watched them fly, their eyes trained on the landscape below. Her voice quivered lightly as she spoke: Some of the Ondror Slayers. They are looking for me. For us. This time, they will not go so easy on us.

The dragons spoke in unison, "Death to the dragon slayer!" A strong storm is upon them and no one can flee. Lyanna's visions are finally turning into an actuality. Fire and blood. Chaos is upon them all but little does she know that it wasn't Arthur who's going to be causing all this- it's her. The color of the fire has always been blue. It's always been her.

Aidan watched them in total awestruck by this spectacle, unknowingly this fight etched inside his brain. Meanwhile, Sly changed into a black dragon, copying the dragon in front of him minus the color while being assisted by Ajiad and Yusoff. Unlike Ibrahim and Liliana, Sly wasn’t exactly struggling but he still didn’t have the leeway to finish this battle earlier than he originally thought. Although he already smelled King and Double, he still couldn’t look away to see where Shadow was because of how tough his opponent was. A small Elementalist nudged him on his cheek and tilted their head. It was the rock Elementalist call by Ajiad.