Iron Dragons Slayer Novels & Stories

Different patterns and sculpture were designed upon the balconies beautifully. "Enough drooling for now. We should get in, shouldn't we?" Irun mocked me and I rolled my eyes at her. The whole walk here she annoyed me with her stupid questions and accusations of me trying to invade their Kingdom despite Roe reminding her what Mydia had said, repeatedly. Apparently, Mydia was an Elf female who could see future sometimes, in glimpses, like the high priest.

He fought to push away the hazy quiet of darkness still drifting like a night fog inside him. "Welcome back, Randolph," a voice said from the darkness. A single light above illuminated him, and he stared down at his body. He was seated in some sort of chair, but his hands and wrists were clapped in iron manacles. The one metal that a dragon's strength could not break. Dragons were weakened by iron just as silver affected vampires, werewolves, and other magical kin.

“Do you understand? Human children, families… cities… if you strike, if this escalates…” Samuel’s gaze softened for a moment—a flicker of the man he once was—but it vanished instantly. “Collateral is inevitable. I am not your Adrian,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “I am the Iron King. And the world will learn fear or it will perish.”

light. "Dante, move!" I screamed. I snapped my black-mercury wings open, the blades extending to their full six-foot span. I dived into the fray, my wings clashing against the Kingslayer’s glaive. The sound was a high-frequency shriek that made the Scrappers fall to their knees, blood leaking from their ears. The Kingslayer was stronger than anything we had ever fought. Every time I struck him, his armor absorbed the frequency, glowing brighter with every hit. He was a "Void-Sink."

Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you and look good doing it." His long shoulder length green hair was left undone and freshly combed. He looked more like Kaelithra's older brother than her father, which was just one of the perks of being over a thousand years old and immortal.

As a man of curiosity, he wanted to meet and see what Aeternum really is. "Oh..don't worry they will come…aaaannd there you go..looks like they already here..". (Duke Merrica) As they were exchanging greeting and sweet words, a loud sound echoes through the air and on the vicinity, the sound slowly getting louder and louder, so is the wind blows growning stronger and a seeminlgy weird iron bird with large glassy eyes coming closer, the Iron Bird then gently lands on a empty fields a few meters away from all the army. Once the Iron Bird stop chirping and blowing winds, it's side belly opened and a Woman comes out, Wearing an all black beautiful garments, those who lay eyes on her, only though

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.

Smoke poured forth like the breath of some colossal beast, and from the abyss, a figure began to rise. The Dark Lord. Prince Ron and Alaric watched, eyes wide as he emerged wreathed in fire and shadows, coiling around him like serpents. His neck and four limbs were bound in heavy chains of blackened iron, each etched with glowing golden runes that burned against his flesh. The chains clanked and groaned as he ascended, dragging against the rock with a sound that split the air like thunder. His presence alone seemed to crush the world under its weight; even the lava bent away from him, as if afraid to touch his skin.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”