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?"

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

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.

“You can’t avoid me indefinitely! The voice of the crimson dragon bellowed. I hummed a spell calling forth protective wards to protect us from the dragon’s unrelenting attack, and we crouched behind a car, both of us pausing to recover our breaths as the air crackled with tension as the dragon’s growling maw spewed forth scorching flames, casting a flaming glare. “Do you believe he’s gone? As Dimitri peeked over the corner, I asked him. “Not for very long. He replied, “We must attack him first. I started by sharing all the information I knew about our enemy: “He is the red dragon of China,he is like a fucking god and is worshipped there.” In the past, people worshipped and revered dragons, o

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

And in the final battle, beneath the shattered moons and the dying sun, Zenobia made her choice. She knew she could not kill him. But she could contain him, so summoning the last of the White Dragon’s strength, she called forth the ancient rite of sealing—a forbidden art passed down from the first dragons themselves. Kal laughed at her, even as the chains of light wrapped around his limbs.