Kill As A Dragon Novels & Stories

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

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.

I clenched the dagger tightly with simmering rage. "How many did we lose?"I asked again. "None came back alive, my Queen." Adrienne answered again for the fifth time. I clenched my jaw. "You have investigated like I told you to?" "Yes, my Queen. Our sources tell me it was the dragon. He burned them alive at once." I swiveled and glared at Adrienne. "Did they not tell us Neradia would be unguarded?! Did they not tell us the one with ichor in his veins would be away?!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he backed a step away.

“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.

Kamila felt the bite of the cold seep through her armor, but her resolve burned hotter. "Steady, Kai," Kamila urged, her hand patting the dragon's neck reassuringly. She reached back into her quiver, fingers brushing against the fletching of her arrows—each one imbued with runes of power, especially crafted for this encounter. Drayka began to chant, his words weaving a tapestry of magic that sought to constrict and constrain. Ice spears formed in the air around them, poised to strike. But Kai was swift, dodging the icy projectiles with powerful beats of his wings, each flap dispelling the growing frost with bursts of his inherent heat.

She was too bored to wait, and she really wants to kill those evils. “I can’t wait any longer, your highness. I want to kill them now! It’s obvious that you can’t kill such beautiful women with you own hands. Then let me do the honor,” Drakaina is teasing him, trying to give up the job for her. Evil as always. “I can’t and you know that!”

The anticipation was palpable, and the prospect of our long-awaited meeting was just within reach. A few weeks ago, I began to feel the awakening of my powers. As the flames blazed to life, I couldn’t help but marvel at their captivating hue—a luminous shade of blue that danced in the air. At that moment, my dragon, Makhlai—though she insists on being called Katie—spoke to me with a fiery sass that only she could muster. I cherish her spirited personality and feel incredibly fortunate to have her beside me.

His words had Liana raising an eyebrow when he said getting back will be faster in dragon for. 'I guess we'll just have to find out.' I shrugged and got on, ignoring Liana's bitchy comments and how much she hates flying. Tyrone's dragon is a beautiful black dragon with blood-red eyes, whereas Killian's is white. I wonder what beef they have going on but I shake my head. Now is not the time for that, Valerie. Now focus.

Loras' body contracts and he lets out a groan as the salty taste fills her mouth. She smiles and gets next to him, wrapping her arms around his now relaxed body. "Woman... If I knew what that mouth could do I would have lost our little bet since before we made it." He sighs and pulls her closer in a tight cuddle. "Now will give me the answers?" She asks. "Ah yes... That's the other thing that mouth can do." "Annoy you?" "Greatly. But It's worth it." He sighs dramatically and Astrid laughs. "The dragon's fire kills everything it touches. The only exception are members of the royal bloodline. Dragon tamers."

“You mean her, don’t you?” “Aye,” said another, leaning close, as if the name itself could summon lightning. “The Red Dragon of Adistaktos. Segrenry Exhugh.” At once the room seemed to shrink. Even the fire guttered. “Segrenry,” the barkeep repeated. “They say she fought the Kilimane Warlord once. Burned him alive, scale by scale, while he was still roaring her name.” “Lies,” muttered a soldier in the corner. “No dragon could kill that beast alone.”