Kill The Dragon Novels & Stories

He instantly lost consciousness, unable to fight back. Fortunately, Selena arrived just in time and managed to pull Erik out of danger. I seized the opening, chanting a spell as I raised my sword high and drove it toward the evil dragon's neck. With a piercing shriek, it was finally sealed away by my hand and forced back into its slumber. I wiped the dragon's blood from my clothes, my face utterly calm as I stepped out of the Dragon Abyss. I'd thought that after what happened, Clara would've finally learned her lesson. I didn't expect her to still have the nerve to frame me.

“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?”

He went diving into the ground, dissipating the smoke. “What!” shouted Kenneth. His dragon was panting heavily as he was lying on the ground. “No,” he groaned. Eric’s dragon jumped onto of him and pinned him down with his talons. “Fourth move,” said Eric. He was glaring at Kenneth. His amber eyes was glowing. “Kill it.” His hand waved to cut down the enemy’s throat. Eric’s dragon roars loudly before biting off the neck of the enemy’s dragon. Kenneth paled. “How? How could there be someone so powerful?” he thought. All those years of training and hardship and he still couldn’t win against his enemies. He clenches his fist tightly.

Tears streamed down her face in a desperate cascade. Soldiers, with swords drawn, loom ominously over her, restraining the fervent crowd. As they hoisted her to her feet. Shouts emanated from the people around me, a man's voice cutting through the chaos, vehemently declaring, "Kill the witch!" His sentiment is emphasized by the launch of a rotten vegetable into the circle of soldiers. Amidst the clamor, a woman, holding her child to her chest, aggressively yelled, "Just hang her!" The air is thick with tension, and the chaos intensifies, amplifying the sense of impending doom in the turbulent square.

He was not sure what she was, but he knew she possessed healing powers, and that should convince the dragon kingdom to accept her as his mate, their princess. Just then, Alicia heard someone yell, “I knew it! I knew you had a secret out here, so I followed you. This is your day to die, dragon!” Antione Richmond yelled raising his bow. “Dragon! Fly! Get out of here, save yourself!” Alicia cried. She ran over and stood in front of the dragon, begging Antione not to fire. Corithias shot flames at Antione, making a wall of flames to block his path.

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!”

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

Strong, clawed hands wrapped around me. "You're the one they are talking about. The one who killed Halged. Won't I win the best prize for bringing the killer to my queen?" His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. How he knew about the Slayer's death was beyond me. Perhaps certain dragons could communicate like a hive mind. I didn't know. What I did know was that I wouldn't be going to the queen as a prisoner. Not if I could help it. Drawing on the power within, my swords sprang to life in my hands. In one motion, I cut myself from his grasp, turned, jumped, and beheaded the dragon before he had the chance to cry out.

he answers firmly, and I feel my body slack as the feeling of defeat swarms me. “Why would dragons be extinct?” I ask, suddenly confused. “My father declared all dragons to be killed, but more specifically, all Fire dragons to be killed,” he says, and I swallow nervously. “And why did he want Fire Dragons dead?” I ask, almost scared to hear the answer. “A Fire dragon killed my mother and my younger sister years ago, or more specifically, a Fury dragon killed them.” I feel a clump form in my throat and the cold from the metal is suddenly spreading deep in my chest.

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.