Train Your Dragon Red Death Novels & Stories

Under my feet were satyrs, centaurs, hyenas, nagas and Mautaurs brought to their doomed. The scene which created another wound that couldn't be seen with naked eyes. But it bled and leaked through my eyes as I looked everywhere with agony. I didn't have the idea who are those dead corpses, but it hauled a wave of maddening anger on my chest that my eyes went to the one who caused it. That red dragon.

For this very reason, he had been setting up this plan for decades. Even the killing of the Spirit Turtle was just a precursor to slaying the dragon. “Sir Caden, since the Spirit Turtle is also one of the Four Holy Beasts, why can the dragon’s blood allow one to become immortal, yet the Spirit Turtle’s blood doesn't have the same effect?” Thea blurted out the question in her heart.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

“This is… This is too hard to comprehend, Elijah…” “I am sure your mother and father died recently during their attempt to go into battle with the dragons.” She looked up at him. “Yes.” “And I felt the presence of the dragons around here for the past weeks. I am sure you encountered one of them in the city.” Sophia recalled Gregory and his team during the High Knights Selection exam. When she told him, he nodded. “It is their defense mechanism.” “You killed everyone… including your fiancé?" When Elijah shook his head, Sophia asked, "Well, why didn't you kill your fiancé if she was their sacrifice?"

With each swing of his blade, a dragon's roar erupted, shattering all the Blood Specters within and even beyond the crimson space. Yet, this action came with a significant cost. The initial swing of the unsealed Viridis Draco spell caused his internal energy to surge, coursing through his organs and causing him to cough up blood. Seizing the opportunity while the new Blood Specters hadn't materialized yet, Adrian swiftly adjusted his energy. Meanwhile, the Destiny Dragon beside him was fervently consuming the blood mist formed by the annihilated Blood Specters. "Almost there, almost there," Adrian muttered, glancing at the Destiny Dragon’s fifth claw and noticing that only half of it remaine

Lucas had done a good job with my training but now it was taken to a whole new level. Abeloth seemed to prefer this life, he liked the discipline that it took and we worked hard to reach perfection. My training unit consisted of me, Jared, Omar and Felix. Jared was a wolf, Omar was a dragon like me and Felix was a vampire. Wentworth was the only one in that unit that realized the value of me having a gray dragon since nobody had ever actually seen one before. The unit only looked at you when you reached the age of twenty and had passed through the Elite Hunter Team’s other training programs which made me a bit of a wild card.

Our father’s dragon was the best warrior we had ever seen before, and he taught Draco all that he knew. Teeth snapped into the dragon’s neck, ripping a chunk out of it. It screeched out in pain, but Draco did not relent. Next, his talons clawed into its softened underbelly. The wound was deep enough to be fatal. It was precisely one reason why trained dragons always ensured that their underbellies were never exposed to an opportunity like this. Draco ripped another bite into his neck again. The dragon began choking on its own blood. Draco let go of it while it was twenty feet from the ground. Bones broke when it collided. Draco dove down and ripped its head off.

The ghost stench of burned fur and flesh filled my mouth, causing my gut to wrench. Riftan's growl came out low and majestic, sending rattling shivers down my spine. My soul sang the song of utter submission, my heart thumped with the sudden rush of adrenalin, and wetness pooled in my panties. "I know who killed your parents." His voice was a cross between his normal deep timbre and a growl deep enough to split the surface of the earth. "The Remdragons!"

" he screamed, his voice filled with desperation and fear. He frantically pulled and tugged at me, but my body was frozen stiff. With his pull, I fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Ean staggered and fell. Helen, who was outside the door, turned pale with fright. Then, a trace of calmness flashed in her eyes, "Ean, she's already dead. You need to accept it." Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!"