Kill A Dragon Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"But your fire is new. Mine forged the core of this planet." Killian’s jaw clenched, his golden runes flaring so brightly they hurt to look at. He didn't retreat. Instead, he pushed harder, his muscles bulging, forcing the edge of his blade a fraction of an inch into the dragon's impenetrable scales. "And I'm going to bury you back in it," Killian snarled, his voice a vibrating, demonic frequency. Aurelius’s smile vanished. The dragon opened his mouth, and deep within his throat, a blinding, terrifying orange light began to build. It wasn't just fire; it was pure, liquid oblivion.

Edgar tells Katrine. "No! my brother doesn't have the mark" "He does Katrine," The dragon king said. Wizard Zudan tells them to stop arguing as he asked maybe there is another way to kill the witch? Edgar looked at the dragon king's face then tell Wizard Zudan that The dragon king is the second option, he can kill the witch also but he will die with her. "But I'm not ready to die or you want to kill me again? and if I want to die, obviously not with the witch because I hate her! let the one that is destiny to kill the witch do it!"

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

Kramer said as he turned to walk forward. "You mentioned something about killing a dragon," Zander halted him with his words. "The dragons have been terrorizing our communities for a decade, and we are just tired of it. So, we decided to kill them all," Kramer spoke with hatred in his voice. Zander rubbed his chin as an idea formed in his head. "How about you show us where the dragons live, and we kill them for you, "Zander tried to bargain. "And what's in for you?" Kramer countered. "Why do you want to go to their cave?"

They were fast, fierce and unrelenting. I had a feeling they wanted to keep us away from Orna and Vera for whatever's reason they had. "Don't worry, she can take care of herself," Shade said as he took a swing at a massive green dragon. She was quick, and she was ruthless, but Shade was hungry for blood. "I am going to kill this bitch and bury her in her own blood," he hissed with anger as he wrapped his tail around the massive Black and yellow dragon's leg and tugged. The dragon roared as she twisted away from his hold.

If the dragon got killed successfully, we will be able to live well. Anyway, almost half of the knights cried because they are probably well aware that at that place, they can die in just one wrong move. After all, it's a dragon whom we're talking about so it's really more than dangerous. Yes, even though we have thought of a not ao risky strategy. So no one will be able to preduct the outcome of this operation or how many casualties will it produce. So crying is indeed reasonable. That happened for hours

Did this dragon really said something about killing? “P…” I fell flat on the ground, presuming a dogeza as I trembled in fear. “P-Please don’t kill me! I am not delicious!” I wallowed. The black dragon gazed at me long, before it uttered another word, “Nevermind. I wasn’t in a mood to kill anyone anyway. Stand up, what are you doing?” I immediately adhered to his orders and obediently retracted to my sitting position. “Hm.” The dragon snorted smugly.

It was his only source to keep up the façade of being the fiercest dragon on this side of the mountain. “All warriors and elders, gather in the meeting hall!” Adam thundered as he drank the last bit of the flask. His body strengthens in an instant, his dragon roaring loudly in his chest. His dragon wanted blood, and it didn’t matter who. He was going to kill someone this night, and he was hoping it would be Creed.

"I’ll lead them back, but you have to keep your promise too." Rozi, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "I assure you, though I’m a member of the Abioyes, I only kill evil dragons." "You’re from the Abioye family?" Dracheon exclaimed in shock, "In that case, I can’t let you go. All three hundred and five dragons from the Dagahras died at the hands of the Abioyes. Only three of us brothers are left. Revenge is ours to claim." Dracheon lunged at Rozi, ready to fight to the death, completely forgetting the earlier agreement.