Kill As A Dragon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

asked Lana again. "I don't have time for this," June replied again as she was about to walk away. “Drake will live forever, until someone kills him. Drake was an immortal being, he was no ordinary dragon. That's why he's called the Dragon King,” said Lana. Those words made June stop.

Zuzack could only stare in horror as his men collapsed one by one leaving him alone to face the Fae Crown Prince. Kilian stepped forward, getting right into Zuzack's personal space, ‘Listen very carefully Dragon, I will not repeat myself. If you ever touch my mate again, I will kill you and raze your Kingdom to the ground. You will be forever known as the King who made the Dragon Species extinct. Is that what you want?’ The Dragon backed away, his eyes wide with fear, ‘N, n, n no.’ He managed to stammer out as Killian took another step forward,

Not just the angelic warriors but Edward and the rest were surprised at that. “How much of your strength have you recovered if you can summon your dragon sword?” The leader asked, and a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes; he hid it. When they had seen his cave open and his coffin empty, he wasn’t worried, rather, he was actually happy that he would be the one to defeat the God killer finally and was already fantasizing about the reward he would receive from his god. Everyone knew that the God killer’s strength was sealed before he was buried and to recover his strength shall take him years. However, seeing him now, he recalled that he had forgotten an important part, for the dragon King to

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

He closed the distance between them and bent down to kiss Anya. The kiss caught her unawares. His teeth grazed against her lower lips as he sought permission to invade her mouth. She denied him the pleasure. Her hands in a fist next to her as his hands roamed over her midriff. Anya pushed against his chest and slapped him, "next time you try that, I will kill you!"

I used to look down at it in the moonlight, a beautiful pure-white stallion, nibbling the lawn and making that little gargling sound again. We fought and killed a dragon - put it to the sword because it had been eating virgins, which are a kind of maiden. It was a very big dragon, bigger than a red London bus. Another time we found a witch who was casting evil spells that made women give birth to dead babies, and stopped the cows giving any milk. We had to burn her at the stake, like on Bonfire Night, because that's the only way you can kill a witch. If you put them to the sword they just come back to life again.