Seven Blows Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

King Chen said. He then steps forward and slowly gathering lots of sand around them using his power. Everyone was amaze of what they are seeing right now. He created a huge hammer made of sand. “I am giving all of you a chance to get out from the house and surrender yourselves . . . Or I will kill all of you.” They waited a few minutes. But Drakaina couldn't wait. She was too bored to wait, and she really wants to kill those evils.

The dragon's roars echoed through the town, a symphony of pain and defeat. Edna, her crossbow loaded with a special enchanted bolt, aimed for the dragon's heart—the creature's final weakness. With unwavering focus, she let loose the bolt, which flew with astonishing speed and precision. It pierced the dragon's chest, sinking deep into its core. As the bolt connected, a blinding explosion of light enveloped the dragon. Its cries reached a crescendo before abruptly falling silent. The demon's immense body collapsed, its once fearsome form reduced to a lifeless heap.

The roars came again. Closer. Louder. The sky itself vibrated. A shadow appeared on the eastern horizon. Then another. Then dozens more. They were enormous. Larger than any dragon Elara had ever seen. The first burst through the clouds. Its scales were pure white, shimmering like moonlight. Six silver horns curved from its head. Ancient runes glowed along its wings. It landed with enough force to shake the mountains. A crimson dragon followed. Then a sapphire one.

I shout. Helping him back onto Vega, I grab the reins and proceed to lead the take off. The moment Vega's paws leave the ground I release my grip on the reins. Flavius shouts in surprise as Vega flies straight upwards. I watch as he yanks on the reins willing her to stop. But the stubborn dragon continues her descent towards the sky. I let out a roar of laughter as Flavius clatters to the ground along with his mount. Vega picks herself up, shaking out her body. Flavius drags himself into a sitting position sweeping a hand through his tangled hair.

I’m not sure about Pyralis, but I can feel the heat of the fire. I blast the little dragon with my water, but it doesn’t seem to be phased by it. Instead, it turns its head and blows fire over the other two. Banari screams, his lion’s body burning in the fire. I send some water his way, washing away the fire, but it sends him off the edge of the mountain. I don’t have time to worry about him as I hear a loud screeching noise that makes my ears hurt. A much larger nad hotter blast of fire blows over us and I leap off the mountain, trusting my wings to hold me.

Amelia POV The pain of the dragon monster's bite was crippling my leg. Ying was flying over and closing in on us, as Verena stood mere inches from me. Now was my chance. As I was about to stab her, additional commotion broke out behind me, and soon, her dragon monsters multiplied. There were at least two dozen of them, appearing out of thin air almost, stalking me from behind. Ying was flying low, and next thing I knew, Lord Wong jumped in the disarray of this situation, pulling the dragon like a monster off my leg, injuring it with his sword. Verena hissed at this intrusion, and for a second her focus was on him, her aura lifted off me a little and I used it to plunge the Elven blade into h

Somehow Henry avoids the blows and hangs on. My vision is bleary and I catch only a small burst of light from the egg before it's surrounded by Drakon's massive claws. He launches from the tower floor and I have only one alternative. And, it must happen before Drakon is too high. My dragon fire will not harm our son. This is so we may breathe fire and heat the egg as needed. With a loud scream, I release everything I have. I know what will happen, but the reality is much worse. Henry's body ignites and his mouth opens in a silent scream. Drakon is thrown against the wall, but retains hold on the egg. I pull myself up and using my last reserves, I launch into the air. I'm not quick enough and

It was worth taking a chance that getting enough flaming oil around them would work. Ghaeron did not need oil. The Dragon swept over the group, flaming, but barely singed the outer edges thanks to the mystical shield. He made a second attempt with no better result. With a roar of frustration, he landed behind the attacking Moran’kaar and swept his foreleg through the rearmost members. Their misshapen bodies were knocked aside and torn asunder, some of them twitching unnaturally though they were in two or more pieces. The Dragon’s second attack was forestalled by the Alva’himar, who sent a volley of energy at him. Flinching, he spat flame in their direction, knowing they would deflect it but

My stupid fucking dress slowed me down, but Katarina gripped my arm, dragging me along with her when I couldn't keep up. My legs whined with exertion, but adrenaline fired through my system. Thane exhilarated me, and my heart pounded with amazement as I stared up at him. He slammed his paws down, purposefully shaking the entire island and clearing the path for us. The Sea Serpent waited for us in the harbor, guards surrounding the ship until Thane flew up into the air, diving deep into the water before reemerging to roar again. No one could believe what they were seeing. A real-life water dragon shaking the very foundation of the kingdom.