Kill As A Dragon Novels & Stories

he started to say, a little exasperated that she was acting stubborn. “I’m not leaving you.” she cut in adamantly. “You’re not leaving me,” he corrected, voice softening. “You’re surviving, that’s different. And I'm a dragon remember? It would take more than mere wolves to kill me” Just then the first wolf lunged half a step, testing his reaction. Drake adjusted his footing and angled his sword defensively. “I need to distract them before it's too late. Once I’m out, they’ll follow me. That will be your opening.”

Its mission seemed clear: destroy the wizard first. At the last instant, Dral threw himself in front of Dominic and fired a bolt of blue fire directly into the dragon’s fire. The volkaane fire did not stop the dragonfire, but it split the stream in two, causing it to pass harmlessly on either side of Dral and Dominic.

The one Kevin tried to kill. “But I’ve been waiting,” he continues, his grin widening. “Waiting to grow strong enough to kill every last threat that stands in my way. So that my son can inherit this pack.” Son? He has a son? My mind races as Kevin launches at me, his movements impossibly fast. His hands glow with dragon fire—a dark, twisted magic I’ve only heard of. I barely manage to dodge his attacks, but one blast hits me square in the chest, sending waves of searing pain through my body. I fall to my knees, gasping as he grabs me by the throat once again.

The volcanic ash that was harmful to living creatures was tonic for them, and there was no cold strong enough to keep a dragon’s throat cool. “Not good!” Kylie quickly retreated, flying through the air with great speed as she tried to get out of the dragon’s sight. Her eyes which had been displaying an eerie amount of calm all this while finally showed some degree of panic as she rushed to save herself. Unfortunately for the young Beastman, it was already too late. From the moment the red dragon decided that it was going to engulf her in flames, her life – at least the one within this dream – was forfeit!

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.

Horres “O, ye mighty Dragon, why don’t you use your supernatural abilities to revive them, huh?” My question caught him off guard, and he couldn’t hide the panic in his gaze. I didn’t know why he came to my pack, but I had no reason to entertain his folly anymore. “Now, drag those deadbeats and clear off my lands.” I barked the order particularly sharply, making him feel the fury in my words. Dragon was away from the pack before I could say jack. “Mark my words, Dragon, next time, there will be no burial ground for you lot.” All the rogues around the tree on which the arrow landed dropped dead before they could discover what hit them.

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

The air around us thrummed with danger, my father’s fury a mantle of shadow threatening to crush us. "If you won't stop this madness," I said, voice shaking with the magnitude of my betrayal, "then you leave me no choice. I will kill you myself." Resolve solidified into action. My dragon surged forward, colliding with his in a formidable clash of scale and sinew. The impact was deafening, power reverberating between us, and I watched as my father’s dragon began its tumultuous descent, wings flailing as the earth rushed up to meet it.

“I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “Could you kill my king and prince?” he asks. “Yes,” I say without hesitation. If either of them was worthy of a dragon, they wouldn’t have needed their entire troupe to capture me. “You seem very confident,” he says, still watching me. “I am.” “Why?” “I’m a dragon. They may be royalty, but they aren’t as powerful as I am.” “What would you say if I told you that Ember killed Merellien’s king and prince for her rider?”

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.