Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

Verity peered at Mizkeal with horror-filled eyes, as if she was in shock and trance at the same time. That didn’t even make Mizkeal shed a single sweat. He smirked, looking proud of what he had just done. He slipped his hand into his pants pockets and strutted closer to the humongous grave of an entire army. The camera of the drone moved towards the sky, focusing on the dragons and the dragon riders who had come into action. The moment he crosses the border, the war would begin. It’s now or never.

“No! Please, spare me!” “Kill them!” Cries and screams rose above the chaos that engulfed the Sacred Dragon Sect. The sharp swish of blades, followed by the sickening sound of flesh being torn and the low groans of the dying, pierced the night air. The stench of blood hung heavy, choking every breath beneath the shroud of darkness. “Do not let them escape!” a man’s command thundered, driving the dark sect warriors into an even greater frenzy. They pursued the fleeing villagers with ruthless ferocity.

Maxiana I have two seconds to catch my breath, to unravel and digest what I’m seeing, before Kael lifts his massive, jet-black wings and soars into the night sky, his roar sending a shockwave that nearly knocks me to the ground. His man, Ryker, catches me by the arm and tugs me close as I watch the shadow of my mate soar against the moonlight, joining a league of dragons fighting to what seems like the death against their own kind. “What’s happening?” I blurt out, finding it hard to stay upright. My legs feel like jelly, and my mind isn’t in much better shape.

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

It reached Tristan’s ears, painful that he had to cover them with his hands. “He knows he’s going to die. So he’s entrusting the safety of their kind to Silva’s protection. Silva became the guardian of the dragon realm. The long war between humans and dragons finally ended after the death of the Hyborn. The dragons have admitted their defeat, but the humans had no satisfaction with such words of the dragons. A large group of them … they call themselves dragon hunters … have continued tracking and killing every remaining dragon they find.” Gondra breathed another cloud of mist, now revealing another place to Tristan. It was a forest. He stood on soft soil, shaded by the green leaves that bloc

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

Rori looked around for Destiny and Andy, but she could no longer find them, looking around frantically she heard the blood-curdling roar again and as she rose to her feet, she heard the large glass wall behind her shatter as a magnificently dark red scales and wings came crashing through the wall. Rori shielded her eyes but screamed as soon as she felt a heavy weight grip her around the waist. As she moved her hands to fight the foreign assailant she heard the unmistakable rumble of Murdok’s voice. “Rori,” was the only word he spoke, and as Rori’s eyes traveled from the gigantic black and red scaled claw wrapped around her up the muscular appendage until she stopped at the most magnificent a

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.