Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

Tohr planted his four claws hard into the ground and stretched his snout up to the sky, letting out a roar that made the very ground tremble beneath our feet. Sólas laughed triumphantly, letting the sound turn into an exhilarated roar as he lifted his arms and allowed the change to take him as well. His brilliant wings caught the sunlight and shimmered the color of the twilight sky. He would have been glorious if it weren't for the drool that bubbled up and dripped down his chin like that of a rabid dog. I wondered briefly, insanely, if dragons could have rabies. Erik drew his sword, standing at the ready with a blood rage on his face that I had never seen before. His eyes were unwavering as

He’s not alone. The dragons flanking him are older. Battle-hardened, scarred. And the fae riders with them carry weapons glowing with ancient magic. A strike team. Sent to break through the defenses and reach Seraphina directly. Not today. I roar and slam into the lead dragon before he can react. Our bodies collide in a storm of claws and fire as we tumble across the sky above the amphitheater. His rider screams as he loses his grip and falls into the chaos below. The second dragon circles behind me immediately.

My father then came back home wounded, it was a terrible fight. " The demon warlords came into existence alongside the dragons. It was said that one of the dragons had turned evil, and because of this the supreme created a rider for the dragon lost its power and fully accepted dark forces. Then centuries later, the demon warlords appeared, threatening our existence by killing the Dragonlord. This was the same as killing a Dragon, if the Dragon rider leaves, then his dragon once killed can be reborn. But if a dragon rider dies –" "The Dragon dies with him," I said, completing his sentence. I immediately went silent to listen to the story. This was actually the first time my father and I had s

I stroked his snout, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just remember the choreography, old friend,” I murmured. “No improvising today, alright? We need to be perfect.” “I find your lack of faith… predictable,” Vermithor’s voice rumbled deep inside my mind, a warm, amused sound. “We are always perfect, little rider.” A booming voice over the loudspeakers announced the start of the Dragon Rider Exhibition, listing the names of the four pairs participating: Freya and Ignis, Ryan and Pyre, Dylan and Glaze, and…

Axel stepped forward, his leather jacket still damp from the rain. “You’ve crossed into Moon Rider territory,” Axel growled, voice edged with authority. “Name yourself before I end your stride here.” The stranger’s lips twitched into half a smile, and his voice when it came was smooth, deep, carrying the weight of centuries. “I am Malrik Draikos. I come not as a foe… but as one who answers to a call older than your borders.” The wolves bristled and a few shifted partially, claws lengthening, eyes burning silver. But Axel’s gaze hardened and he took a single step closer, towering, his dominance saturating the air.

The wind at the summit of the Obsidian Hatchery didn’t just howl; it screamed with the frequency of a dying world. High above the fortress, where the air was thin enough to taste of stars and ancient frost, the Great Drakes of the Obsidian Peak stirred in their stone nests. These were not the dragons of myth, but primordial, fur-clad behemoths—half-wolf, half-serpent, with wings of leathery shadow that spanned thirty feet. They were the "Shadow-Stalkers," beasts that had served the High Alphas since the First Dawn, and they only answered to the resonance of a Hallowed Command.

Soundlessly, their lithe forms pierce the surface of the water like two slender arrows, first my daughter, and then her mate, Atremi, just a heartbeat behind her. Before I can blink twice, the two of them emerge in the distance next to my mate’s swift craft. Pulling a spyglass from my pocket, I quickly extend it and watch as Daax helps his daughter and Atremi onto the swiftcraft. I see my husband’s face twist in confusion as Ursa points first behind him towards her uncle, and then to the side, at Atremi. Daax frowns, but then moves to the side to give Atremi a perfect view of the monstrously large dragon looming over them.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.

He mindlinked me, saying, "The Alpha has asked me to protect you." "No. We protect each other," I replied, fighting the trolls with all my might. A sudden tremor rippled through the ground, and a deafening roar filled the air. From the depths of the earth, a colossal figure emerged, its form wreathed in shimmering scales and molten fire. A dragon, larger and more majestic than any we had ever seen, soared into the night sky, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly light. To our astonishment, the dragon spoke with a voice that resonated through the clearing like thunder. "Ryder, Alpha king," it boomed. "I come as a friend, not a foe. I am here to aid you in this dire hour."

"Lord Vorgath, the little ones are breaking through!" In the padded chest, the three dragon eggs trembled slightly. Soon, cracks spiderwebbed their surfaces as I watched with awe and expectancy. These were Draken's hatchlings… our hatchlings! With a sudden burst of light, three hatchlings burst forth from their shells. Purple-gold rays streaked through the sky, and celestial clouds scattered across the heavens. Birds soared and cried out in unison above the dragonlands. "By the gods… Half-beasts with Aetherblood!"