The Last Dragonslayer Book Novels & Stories

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Her village was gone. Men and women laid lifeless on the floor in a tangle of blood and grime. There was nothing left but destruction and blood. It was bound to happen, her village was one of the tiny villages that littered the borders between Castamere and Everus. Times were hard and the hatred between the two kingdoms made the King of Castamere grow weary and paranoid. Village by village, he slaughtered them all, all in the name of ridding his kingdom of spies and bandits.

“Would you like to talk about it?” I began to shake my head, but then stopped. “Tell me about the stone.” Thale looked hesitant. “Are you sure? I can tell you another time.” I gave him a look that told him he should not argue with me, and he surrendered. “I don’t know all of the story, but I know the important parts.” He paused to take a breath. “Thousands of years ago, dragons and werewolves battled fiercely. Their wars were so bloody, that the human race was beginning to get caught in the cross-fire. They are of course, weaker than us…” He took a sip of his own tumbler. “…A dragon named Hereti took pity on the humans. But he was also tired of the constant conflict between dragons and werew

​The air inside the grand banquet hall was thick with smoke, heavy and suffocating, yet my lungs drank it in like cool mountain springwater. Every step I took forward was measured, slow, and deliberate. The chaotic scramble of the fleeing nobility echoed against the soaring vaulted ceilings, but their panic felt distant, muffled by the steady, powerful thrum of the dragon vitality surging through my veins.

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

He led her toward the valley where the human forces and their offspring waited. Neyalha’s sense of reason had fled. She followed him in blind rage, determined that if he so earned it, she would destroy him along with the hordes of humanity and other creatures that had betrayed her. Few remain who were actually witness to the clash of forces that followed. As the monstrous, huge Dragons approached the valley, the sorceresses called upon all of their talent to create a magical barrier. Nayara and Ghaeron added their own magical energy, for it would take much to contain the bulk and power of their dam. The ranks of the Black Knights tensed, eager for battle, readying weapons to aid in subduing

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

It looks like a focused, concentrated drought. There hasn’t been a drought, a true drought, on the Emerald Coast in nearly a century. Not since my father destroyed the last sun dragon outpost. Some dragons, my father taught me, are just too dangerous, too powerful to exist in harmony with the rest. The sun dragons could only take, burn, and destroy. It was not in their nature to give. When they ruled the continent, the other dragons cowered in fear, afraid to challenge their might. My father led the great rebellion centuries before I was hatched that drove them away. In the centuries that followed, one by one he eliminated what survived. For the sake of all life on this continent, they neede

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.