Kill A Dragon Novels & Stories

She was facing away from the window, but it still irritated me that the Dragon that had been her neighbor had been a pervert. I knew all the Dragons living in town and once had considered them friends. When they went after Azura, I realized that I had been fooled. Now, the only ones that remained in town were the four of us. After they tried killing Azura, I made sure they never saw the light of day again. It physically and emotionally pained me to kill another Dragon, but I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm what was mine. “Mine…” The word was acidic on my tongue. Looking at the room, I wanted to destroy every picture in here. Leaving the room, I went to the living room, where I found a lighter

Those with any misplaced scales, or half horns hidden under their hair, or a small set of wings on their backs are killed upon discovery. After spending about an hour resting with my queen, making love to her slowly as I tell her my plans for the evening, I leave her reluctantly and go back to my ready room, where my guards are waiting to report that the tasks I had given them were complete. Walking out into the courtyard, I see about 100 men, women, and children, dragons all, awaiting more news about the giant dragon. Smiling down at them from my balcony, I raise my hand, and with a simple twist of my fingers, feel the release of 100 souls as the air is removed from their lungs.

“This is… This is too hard to comprehend, Elijah…” “I am sure your mother and father died recently during their attempt to go into battle with the dragons.” She looked up at him. “Yes.” “And I felt the presence of the dragons around here for the past weeks. I am sure you encountered one of them in the city.” Sophia recalled Gregory and his team during the High Knights Selection exam. When she told him, he nodded. “It is their defense mechanism.” “You killed everyone… including your fiancé?" When Elijah shook his head, Sophia asked, "Well, why didn't you kill your fiancé if she was their sacrifice?"

What a lethal weapon a vampire dragon would make for Antoh to have on his side. “He’s trying to turn them, not kill them,” she shouted. “He’s such slime,” Lizzy hissed. “Find the others,” Tristan said. “It’s time I bring out the secret weapon and stop this now.” The battle was so frenzied, Chloe and Lizzy were able to slip past them unnoticed. She stopped long enough to see Tristan transform into dragon state and reign fire on whatever vampire had the misfortune of getting into his path before racing toward the fertility lab. She was grateful the soldiers couldn’t shift into dragon state as she watched them turn into vampires before her very eyes.

"You thought a crippled core meant a permanent grave. Look at you now. You are nothing more than a frightened child hiding in the ashes." ​Dorian whimpered, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as terror paralyzed his throat. He could not find a single word to defend himself. I gave him a cold, hard shake before tossing him carelessly back down onto the floor at his father's feet, where the two of them knelt side by side in mutual despair. ​The time for words within these walls had reached its end. It was time to clear the stage entirely. ​I stepped back to the center of the ruined hall, raising both of my hands as the internal dragon vitality surged through my veins to a deafening cres

“Stephen has indeed killed Sean, but we don't know what will happen next. But there are two important things we must remember. “Firstly, the existence of the dragon sword: one of Schneider's most dangerous weapons. From what I've heard, this sword can kill any kind of dragon like a vicious poison, blocking the self-recovery system within the dragon's body. Or that's what I learned in Karl's case at least.”

Lloyd asked. "To kill you!" Dragon said coldly. He, Dragon, who once dared to take revenge on Jason, was not an easy-going and kind person. In the battle with the Inuit, he had displayed his talent and then had even been targeted by the Hunters. A few days ago, he killed an expert in Deity Realm from the west. Now, he was regarded as the first in heavenly leaderboard, in part because of his cultivation but in part because his battle achievements were extremely magnificent.

Zeres said as though it was normal fact he was stating. “Of Course I do know of that, the question now is what kind of breed? You can't find just any type of dragon, it would not work. And the dragon itself must be killed by you the one who would consume it. Who on earth would fight a dragon?” “Me?” Zeres laughed defiantly without hiding his amusement. Of course he was the only one who had that madness radiating within him and that had helped him slay the Golkin Dragon of the ancient Greek.

To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will. And still, no dragon emerged. So when he had heard the telltale roars of a living, breathing dragon, that day in the Badlands - Albrecht had known his miasma would provide no defense against one of the greatest, unspeakable powers in existence. “Coward,” Elton spits. His head slams violently against the table in the next moment, hard enough to crack the wood. Crimson Blood spills from the corner of his lip.