Kill As A Dragon Novels & Stories

Music recommendation: After dark by Mr kitty The Dragon released its fire on the moving corpses as it soared through the sky and to its greatest surprise the corpses when reduced to ashes would instantly reform it's self to their original form, realizing attacking the corpses was pointless she searched for Leonard knowing taking out its source would release the spell.

but he was fine with that? Kyle's fingers gave his hair one last touch before taking his hands in his. **Come on.** ~~*~~ “So, what you're saying is,” Dorry concluded as they walked the almost empty street. “Kyle's a dragon, and that witch from earlier is also another dragon who likes to make Kyle's life miserable and steal from him. So now they're having a duel to clear things up so the winner gets their peace.” “Exactly.” Kira slipped in and the two stopped in their tracks to stare right at him like he was spitting utter garbage.

"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.

"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.

That’s when I realized my identity almost slipped. ‘We can't afford to lose this battle, stop trying to take control Sapphire!’ I scold my dragon. She doesn’t say anything but I can feel her recede into my mind. Five warlocks come racing towards us, before I can even do anything, Creed unleashes his dragon's breath on them. While they’re yelling in agony I take that chance to kill them. “We need to re-group!” I yell out towards Raya. Her brown wolf finishes off her kill before racing towards us.

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.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

The Elders dragon’s separated from them and Baz took a threatening step forward. “Rev, take your Sire from me and let me deal with these imbeciles,” Baz said. Rev stepped forward and Baz slid me over his shoulder. I was still semi-conscious at this point but I was too weak to even speak. I could feel Baz’s intentions and he lunged forward at the first violet dragon so quickly that he didn’t have a chance to react and Baz tore his throat open. “No!” Elder Gareth yelled as his dragon slumped to the floor and died. His power was drained from him as the dragon shimmered and then disappeared back to the dragon realm to await reincarnation.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.