To Kill A Dragon Novels & Stories

"It has killed, spilled blood, everywhere." "The Dragon Stone is a powerful object, it is generally believed to be the remains of the dead dragons, after they've all been wiped out-" "But one remains." Another voice cuts in. "Pendragon is dead." "No no, Kerik, she lives. Just like Tara." "Tara, how do you know her?"

This is why some species are busy going extinct. For instance the dragons. There are only 827 left. Yes, they can live for thousands of years, but there is only 1 mate that was born in the last 600 years. They need a new mate quickly. The Alpha of the dragons still hasn't found his mate, and he needs to find a mate so that his legacy can go on. I always found this interesting. How can the date of a whole species depend on one person, that is when the teacher explained that it is only that Alpha that can make babies with his mate. Other dragons can go on and have a family with anyone that they choose.

"But your fire is new. Mine forged the core of this planet." Killian’s jaw clenched, his golden runes flaring so brightly they hurt to look at. He didn't retreat. Instead, he pushed harder, his muscles bulging, forcing the edge of his blade a fraction of an inch into the dragon's impenetrable scales. "And I'm going to bury you back in it," Killian snarled, his voice a vibrating, demonic frequency. Aurelius’s smile vanished. The dragon opened his mouth, and deep within his throat, a blinding, terrifying orange light began to build. It wasn't just fire; it was pure, liquid oblivion.

She was too bored to wait, and she really wants to kill those evils. “I can’t wait any longer, your highness. I want to kill them now! It’s obvious that you can’t kill such beautiful women with you own hands. Then let me do the honor,” Drakaina is teasing him, trying to give up the job for her. Evil as always. “I can’t and you know that!”

Those with any misplaced scales, or half horns hidden under their hair, or a small set of wings on their backs are killed upon discovery. After spending about an hour resting with my queen, making love to her slowly as I tell her my plans for the evening, I leave her reluctantly and go back to my ready room, where my guards are waiting to report that the tasks I had given them were complete. Walking out into the courtyard, I see about 100 men, women, and children, dragons all, awaiting more news about the giant dragon. Smiling down at them from my balcony, I raise my hand, and with a simple twist of my fingers, feel the release of 100 souls as the air is removed from their lungs.

“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.

They were fast, fierce and unrelenting. I had a feeling they wanted to keep us away from Orna and Vera for whatever's reason they had. "Don't worry, she can take care of herself," Shade said as he took a swing at a massive green dragon. She was quick, and she was ruthless, but Shade was hungry for blood. "I am going to kill this bitch and bury her in her own blood," he hissed with anger as he wrapped his tail around the massive Black and yellow dragon's leg and tugged. The dragon roared as she twisted away from his hold.

"All these fairy tales have something in common: one has to kill a dragon and bathe in dragon blood if they want immortality, wealth, and a long life—whatever they wish. All humans thought so, but that is not how it works. You know, how many humans died after bathing in dragon blood, just like the fairy tales they believe?" He shook his head quickly. "I’ve seen a lot of my family and friends die because of the humans who believed in those stupid fairy tales. Dragon blood will only work if given voluntarily by the dragon itself. Not by killing them. We, as dragons, are the direct incarnation of the gods assigned to look after non-human beings and keep the unive

The ancient dragon energy channeled by Ignis invaded my chest cavity, wrapping around the broken remnants of my old core and tightening like an iron fist. ​Crack. Shatter. Turn to dust. ​ The core that had defined my life as a crippled outcast, the source of all my weakness and humiliation, was pulverized into absolute nothingness under the dragon's power. The void left behind was agonizing, an empty black hole in my chest threatening to consume my soul. ​Now, Ignis commanded, his voice echoing like rolling thunder, inhale the fire of the deep and forge what comes next! ​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with

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.