Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

he started to say, a little exasperated that she was acting stubborn. “I’m not leaving you.” she cut in adamantly. “You’re not leaving me,” he corrected, voice softening. “You’re surviving, that’s different. And I'm a dragon remember? It would take more than mere wolves to kill me” Just then the first wolf lunged half a step, testing his reaction. Drake adjusted his footing and angled his sword defensively. “I need to distract them before it's too late. Once I’m out, they’ll follow me. That will be your opening.”

I rub my cheek along him and a rumble comes from him that sends all sorts of tingles through me. As I turn my head to the other side I see Dragus shifting into his dragon form just as big as Darian's but silver instead of gold, the same piercing eyes looking back at me, he moves slowly towards me just as cautious as Darian, when he reaches me, he does the same as his brother and runs his head along my other side with a rumble of his own. I wrap my body around him as he brings his head back. He gives me a toothy grin that I all but return.

Striking. His sharp nails ripping through flesh. Severing bodies. Gusts of hot air and fire were spitting from his massive maws. Burning the enemies emerging from the black soil. Flying up and gliding down, they continued to burn. From both their sides, she saw two more dragons, one in black, the other in silver-gray, with warrior riders, joined the fight. Her Dracon decided to up the ante on the battle by landing on the shaking ground. Roaring and roasting anyone coming for them.

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

The memories of ancient dragon combat integrated smoothly into my bloodline, altering my spiritual presence and filling my veins with a richer, more potent dragon vitality. ​Before I could fully adjust to the new surge of power, the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. ​The heavy scent of fresh dragon blood and intense thermal energy had leaked from the cave opening, alerting the true masters of the lower depths. From the surrounding dark tunnels, a low, collective growling echoed against the stone walls. ​Red eyes pierced the gloom—dozens of them. A massive pack of abyssal nightmare beasts, twisted predators with multiple limbs and jagged armor, poured into the cavernous chamber.

The rock dragon’s alpha in his fuzzy grey sugarcoat carries a forward expression as he takes the stairs into the hall, his two apprentices behind him, neutral. Alpha Rowal, upfront and reverse, appears with the alpha of the desert dragons. Their small talks can’t be heard by Amira but judging by the crooks on the other alpha’s forehead and his constant rubbing on his spade shape beard, they are talking about a serious matter. The piercing eyes of Alpha Rowal, the alpha of the red dragons, suddenly travels to Amira, his eyes are communicating something she can’t decipher.

He needed his mistress, and I will see that she returns to us. Patting his head, I turned to see the riders. "I need the dragon." They looked at each other until War stepped forward and extended his sword in front of him. The blade caught fire, and symbols appeared on it. The horseman saw them and raised his head and spied in all directions, then said, "The dragon is nearby." That's all he could say. Because a malevolent and powerful roar sounded from the heights.

“Oh! Before that though, I’d like you to meet two people right now.” Rose seemed surprised. “Who?” Matthew smiled and called the Dragoknight to his left arm. “Say hello guys.” “Do not refer to us as mere people and ‘guys’. Either way, I am Draco Blair. The Dragon Emperor of Destruction.” “And I am Arshild Dvur, the Dragon Emperor of Creation. Nice to finally meet you, Miss Roosevelt.” “Dragon… Emperors?” Rose was baffled. “You have two Dragon Emperors with you?”