To Kill A Dragon Novels & Stories

She looked away from me. “It’s not a trick, he submitted to me. He was ready for me to kill him if I didn’t accept him.” “That’s a bit extreme.” “We’re dragons. Have you known me to be anything but intense?” I asked, moving closer to her. I needed to touch her. To reassure myself that things with us would be okay. “No, no, I haven’t.”

Did this dragon really said something about killing? “P…” I fell flat on the ground, presuming a dogeza as I trembled in fear. “P-Please don’t kill me! I am not delicious!” I wallowed. The black dragon gazed at me long, before it uttered another word, “Nevermind. I wasn’t in a mood to kill anyone anyway. Stand up, what are you doing?” I immediately adhered to his orders and obediently retracted to my sitting position. “Hm.” The dragon snorted smugly.

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

but he was fine with that? Kyle's fingers gave his hair one last touch before taking his hands in his. **Come on.** ~~*~~ “So, what you're saying is,” Dorry concluded as they walked the almost empty street. “Kyle's a dragon, and that witch from earlier is also another dragon who likes to make Kyle's life miserable and steal from him. So now they're having a duel to clear things up so the winner gets their peace.” “Exactly.” Kira slipped in and the two stopped in their tracks to stare right at him like he was spitting utter garbage.

My nails grew, becoming claws as my fangs surged. “I will kill him now!” Knight affirmed, ready to take control and leave only a trail of blood behind, more than ready to save our future Luna. “We can’t! We need answers before, what if they put her under a spell?” I asked, knowing that dragon magic was ancient and treacherous, just like these vile creatures. “Get out of this house now! Otherwise, I will kill you, dog!” the dragon hissed, his eyes glowing in a deep shade of gold. He made a small flame rise on his both palms and motioned to throw them at me.

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

He also grew a tail and wings. The guard pulled his sword free from Terry's hand and went in to strike him. When his sword swung at him, Terry vanished before his eyes. Then, as the guard looked around, Terry appeared behind him and hit him with all his strength, sending him flying across the room and going partway through a wall. Seeing what was happening, the king cowered in his seat, "G, guards! All of you! Kill those dragons, now!" As the king looked at Terry, Terry looked him directly in the eye. Then, within the blink of an eye, Terry appeared in front of the king, "You dared to harm her, so I'll make you suffer for it!"

He looked at me, looked himself, his arms stretched to me, unsure what to do… “Breathe my son, breathe…In.. and Out.”.. I touched his chest and shared life magic with him. With that he bent over and took a deep breath. The blood started spilling out of him creating a pool and when it reached me, it retracted back… Still on his knees, unable to move, I walked over to him. .. “Rise my son, rise Kal, My First Son, First Dragon King”.

I used to look down at it in the moonlight, a beautiful pure-white stallion, nibbling the lawn and making that little gargling sound again. We fought and killed a dragon - put it to the sword because it had been eating virgins, which are a kind of maiden. It was a very big dragon, bigger than a red London bus. Another time we found a witch who was casting evil spells that made women give birth to dead babies, and stopped the cows giving any milk. We had to burn her at the stake, like on Bonfire Night, because that's the only way you can kill a witch. If you put them to the sword they just come back to life again.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."