Lightning Dragon Slayer Novels & Stories

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

Lord Wilson quickly takes an action,he releases a large lightning blast from his hand toward the fire resulting in a blast which blasts everything around including the dragon and Lord Wilson. The dragon flew out of the explosion as it's body is invulnerable to it toward the egg. "Do you think I would allow you to take the egg I came to this forest for?Do you think you can beat me and go Scott free?" Lord Wilson asked as he walked out of the explosion with no visible wounds on his body. The dragon angrily charges at him, Lord Wilson quickly removes his armor and his clothes from his body. Argh!!!he screamed as he morphed into his beast form with lightning streaming around his body.

The scream that erupted from Layla's mouth was bloodcurdling and it echoed deep into the forest. A bright purple wave pushed out of her body and slammed into every shifter that stood around her. It broke through the barricade the lycans had formed and struck the dragon in the heart.

BLAST! Lightning flashed fiercely, striking the pack of Grim Reapers that circled the Mana Tree with flashing lights. However, there was no significant damage to the demon entourage. The lightning energy was absorbed into the Grim Reaper's body. The demon troupe was completely unharmed by the Sky Dragon Spirit's lightning strike, Zergenth. On the other hand, the bodies of the Grim Reapers group were getting bigger as they absorbed magic energy.

Leila put a handful of glistening ashes from the well in Mother Dragon’s palm, “These are for you.” Mother Dragon teared up. She hugged Leila and kissed her cheek. “Do what you must now, and I’ll be here waiting for you. We have so much to talk about,” she said, while brushing her warm thumb across Leila’s forehead. “May I ask… what does the word ‘Slathar’ mean?” Leila said inquisitively. Mother Dragon smiled. “Slathar is the name for lightning, the gift bestowed from the sky, in an ancient dragon tongue. You are meant to be the queen of the dragon realm. All of the dragon spirits were calling out to you.”

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

A cold sweat blooms along my skin like an allergic reaction. The mere size of him is intimidating; nothing like a human man. I struggle in his hold, trying to step away, yet I am yanked from my room. The door slammed shut behind me before I was pushed against it. I swallow, shifting against his cock; my movement causing him to groan. This is bad. Worse than his size is the legend that comes with coupling with a dragon. From all the ancient warnings and history books, it has been described as having sex with molten lava. I can already feel his heat overwhelming me. I struggle again, “I apologize, your Majesty.”

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

The whole mountain range can hear the loud thunder of the sky accompanied by bright blue which hits other parts of the forest and mountains which turn into fire when it hits but is also immediately extinguished due to heavy rain. A lightning bolt struck directly at the rain-soaked woman as she stood calmly, with hair as short as the hair of most men and with dark skin. It seems that she is just waiting for the lightning to strike, when the lightning strikes there is no fear in her actions or face. Its veins glowed in the body, and it applied its hands and slowly moved away from each other, as she moved away her hands from each other, a bright line with veins had as if it were dancing.