Romans & histoires Kill The Dragon

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"

Those with any misplaced scales, or half horns hidden under their hair, or a small set of wings on their backs are killed upon discovery. After spending about an hour resting with my queen, making love to her slowly as I tell her my plans for the evening, I leave her reluctantly and go back to my ready room, where my guards are waiting to report that the tasks I had given them were complete. Walking out into the courtyard, I see about 100 men, women, and children, dragons all, awaiting more news about the giant dragon. Smiling down at them from my balcony, I raise my hand, and with a simple twist of my fingers, feel the release of 100 souls as the air is removed from their lungs.

I said as I watched Kieran beat his wings, soaring up into the sky and looping in circles, roaring happily. "That's a dance of victory all right," Yarin nodded, agreeing with me. Kieran started to glide back toward the castle toward our broken window. "We better step back, he's going to come in fast," she said, reaching for my arm and pulling me off to the side. Kieran's black and red dragon zoomed into the throne room landing gracefully along the red carpet and turned to face us. Kieran shifted and with a shout he exclaimed, "The king is dead! Truly dead!"

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

“You can’t avoid me indefinitely! The voice of the crimson dragon bellowed. I hummed a spell calling forth protective wards to protect us from the dragon’s unrelenting attack, and we crouched behind a car, both of us pausing to recover our breaths as the air crackled with tension as the dragon’s growling maw spewed forth scorching flames, casting a flaming glare. “Do you believe he’s gone? As Dimitri peeked over the corner, I asked him. “Not for very long. He replied, “We must attack him first. I started by sharing all the information I knew about our enemy: “He is the red dragon of China,he is like a fucking god and is worshipped there.” In the past, people worshipped and revered dragons, o

My nails grew, becoming claws as my fangs surged. “I will kill him now!” Knight affirmed, ready to take control and leave only a trail of blood behind, more than ready to save our future Luna. “We can’t! We need answers before, what if they put her under a spell?” I asked, knowing that dragon magic was ancient and treacherous, just like these vile creatures. “Get out of this house now! Otherwise, I will kill you, dog!” the dragon hissed, his eyes glowing in a deep shade of gold. He made a small flame rise on his both palms and motioned to throw them at me.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi

"B-but... everyone says that... the dragon will kill the chosen bride, once they manage to give the dragon an offspring. A child. The successor of the dragons in this dragon's palace. They... also say that the dragon will burn alive their bride, their spouse, until not a single bit of them remains." Both my eyelids blinked in a very fast motion. I think, the fear, worry that I had been feeling, and had been trying to contain, was starting to come out and affect my emotions now. "So, you... as the dragon who has chosen me as the chosen bride, will also kill me later, right? After I give you a child, the successor of this dragon palace. The successor to the dragon. You're going to burn me aliv

but the Cenotes of Draconia were massive alright just as much as they were beautiful, housing over two thousand sea and air dragons, with emerald and aqua marine tinges here and there adding a glow to the place that was almost ethereal. So impressive were the monuments that, for almost a minute, Killian almost forgot that he was being led by two very angry men towards their Lord... he almost forgot the hissing and the scowls that followed him as the dragon horde, descendants of the ancient Ghidorah looked down on him, a few brave ones murmuring the words ‘what is he doing here?’ and a couple of other expletives that would have made the human society blush a dark shade of red. As Killian pass