Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

her eyes drifted towards the broken window, worried. “I’m sorry for barging into your home like this.” Iron said, in that same calm, gentle tone that Deborah had spent years hearing him use with the pack members “My name is Iron Aster, Alpha of the Kingdom of Eclipsor.” “The Lycan King.” Dawn swallowed dryly.

The city burned. Silver More, once a kingdom of marble spires and moonlit banners, was shrouded in smoke and shadow. The rift in the heavens had widened, bleeding starlight and darkness in equal measure. Cracks of raw magic split the streets, leaving jagged scars across stone and earth. And in the midst of it all stood Maelor—silver wolf, shadowed titan, his fur rippling with threads of black fire. His laughter shook the foundations of the palace itself.

Attaaaaack! To win achievement for glory to be ranked a dragon knight. The iron army, Rose of Silla invaded the city. Flames of dragon stopped working. Throes of death. City burnt to the ground, the roaring screams of dragons. Eragon stood in disbelief. this is not what i want. this isnot the deal.''Summoned one'' he shouted

Sensing the danger, Angela stirred, her scream piercing him as she saw what was unfolding. Orion’s anguished cry echoed across the desert as the fireball struck, the explosion shaking the damaged arena. When the dust cleared, he was gone, replaced by an illuminating silver wolf, with baby blue undertones streaking through his fur. Moonflowers blossomed from his shimmering coat and across the ground where he stood. A vision out of legend: the one and only Silver Lord. Adorus’ laughter boomed across the arena, his hostility fading. “At last! And it only took three pitiful fireballs. But you answered your mate’s cry as you should.”

Alice swayed her beautiful tail before she turned her back on me. 'I wasn't allowed to interact with you as long as you didn't reach the standards of your strength. The moon goddess criticized me because she wants you to learn more without me. She wants you to have the courage to fight back without the help of your wolf. She doesn't want you to lose hope if you can't talk to me.'

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

Dad shakes his head. “What about silver dragons,” asks dad. “You said to read about the six different types of dragons,” says Owen. “I said there are six different types aside from the silver dragons,” dad says with an annoyed look on his face. “I guess I will have to cover that part for you. Listen up cause I’m only going to go over this once. Silver dragons are silver in color however, when the light shines on them they tend to shimmer a pastel rainbow color which makes them look exceptionally beautiful. They can control all the elements and they are the only dragons that are able to transform into humans and have the ability to teleport. This is due to the original silver dragon’s mother

The tiny purple dragons fly about the room, the large metal collars that hang around their necks glint on the sun. "What are these?" Flavius asks in awe. "These are Miniature SpitFires, mounts used by dragon slayers for hundreds of years. Go ahead, you can pick one," I tell him. "Why are you giving me one of these?" he asks. "When we travel to places like the Horde of Fates, it would be safer for you to ride on one of these instead of on me. Not to mention SpitFires are strong, and loyal. I would feel more comfortable if you had one with you for when I am not around," I explain.

the dragon snapped, “You don’t. You outlast it. Try to channel, and you’ll crack your own skull. Hold the power, guide it, let it burn itself out through you.” Easy, Zayla thought, and almost laughed. The light outside the sanctuary reached critical mass; the stained-glass window overwhelmed inward, showering them all with diamond-tipped snow. Through the blizzard, Zayla saw the prophecy in living color: two armies marching toward the sanctuary, one boiling up the valley in banners of black and flame, the other pouring from the city in a tide of blue and silver. In between-strung between, pain like a wire waiting to spark—stood Zander, the Slayer General, not dead after all, his body restore

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”