Legend Of The Dragon Slayer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In such an extreme situation, he had kept his head clear and exploited the Godslayer's resistance, nearly taking Lorenzo's life in the process. Jerome sometimes wondered what kind of terrifying force the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince would become if that final energy core broke through. First, Holtrien's Northern Martial Union would probably be crushed within two weeks. Then, it would be everyone on the Titan List, including Guillermo, Luther, and all those at the very top. These were martial gods, peak existences that seemed unbeatable. But somehow, Jerome had this inexplicable feeling that when that moment came, the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince would shatter every martial legend.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

“Hence the no lair and no rank. My father moved away and lived his life, raising us and working on his farm.” “Technically you can claim the lair in Aurora because of the familial link.” “I could but technically we live in another state and have no dealings with the lair.” “Unfortunately there is no division for gray dragons so as a start you’ll have to join the violet division.” “I really don’t care what division I’m in.” “Your aura is strong, what have you been doing since finishing school?” Sorin’s eyes were inquisitive and I could tell that he missed nothing.

Something had gravely wounded this beast. Zephyr wondered if this place’s illusion was its doing as well. Being a wounded animal, it might have retreated here to easily prey upon the fighters and beasts that landed in the quicksand. A Dragon Lizard was a ferocious beast, capable of commanding lightning and thunder. Its speed and power were unmatched in this world. The only weakness it had was the rune upon its head. Once damaged, it was difficult to heal back, as that was where its soul rested.

More than one included the Guardians Nayara and Ghaeron, overseeing an official function or flaming enemies in battle. As the two of them passed through the main gallery of the Hall on their way to the First Commander’s office, he noted a particularly large tapestry that filled most of one wall. It represented the great battle, ages ago, between the Black Knights, Minotaurs, and Na’Himara against the enormous form of the mad Dragon Neyalha. Gheyaral hovered above his rampaging mate as they forced her toward the mystical vortex. Randey had seen it once before, when his father had brought him here, but he had been too young to truly appreciate it. It was beautiful and frightening all at once.

Thomas was unsure himself. However, his words managed to piqued Lucjan’s curiosity. Lucjan looked at the First Blood Emperor and said, “I thought we were good friends, Blood Emperor. Why didn’t you tell me about this? Now tell me, where is the dragon located?” Upon hearing this, the First Blood Emperor’s expression darkened. After brief contemplation, he said, “Lucjan, this is for your own good. The dragon is not a pushover. Did you know that almost every martial artist joined the dragon-slaying expedition a millennium ago? However, they were defeated. Now, the combined strength of every martial artist alive is not even ten percent of what it was a millennium ago.”

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.