The Last Dragonslayer Book Novels & Stories

"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.

I was crazy scattered with books after all. As the sun started looking smaller and smaller, the crowd in the library sized down too before the night moon was up and shining. Only I was the genuine student left in the last isle. Finishing the last page of the last book for the day, I closed it with a harsh bang before collecting all the books and proceeding to keep them all in their "right" places. I deliberately let one huge book slip from the pile and the female dragon warrior was quick to spring from her seat and bend down to help me pick up the book.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Fury Dragons should not be trifled with as they are extremely dangerous and have been known to kill. My jaw is clenched tightly, and fear grips my mind. I slam the book shut and head upstairs. I knock on Lyza’s door and walk in as soon as she replies. “Are you a Fury Dragon?” I ask her and her face pales. She shifts uncomfortably on the edge of her bed. “Yes,” she mutters, throwing me a nervous glance. “Did you know about all that stuff?” I ask, as in my hand towards the hall. “What stuff?” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Always meddling. Arthur was by the cave once again. He was surprised to see me. He remarks, “Have you come to kill me finally brother?” “Lyanna… she has the blue flame residing inside her.” I continued after gulping hard, "Lyanna's the last dragon slayer." Arthur wasn't able to say anything but we both know what it means. It means that as long as Lyanna lives and her bloodline continues, our kind- we're in constant danger and threat of extinction.

I answer. As I suspected, she has no idea what the fuck I am talking about. She literally has the deer in the headlight look on her beautiful face. I notice that she looks at the boys as if to make sure they will still want her. I smile when they each put a protective arm around her. I can visibly see her relax when they do this. “Those dragons are just a myth,” Killian says. “This is what we are taught. Supposedly the last possibly known one was 1000 years ago, and even some said that she wasn’t real while others said she was.” I point out.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.