Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

"Rowan gassed the tunnel. She... she didn't make it to the lab. They must have taken her back to the cells." Tristan closed his eyes, a tear tracking through the grime on his face. "We failed," he whispered. "No," Saoirse said fiercely. She looked at the violet light dancing on his fingertips. She looked at the determination in his jaw. "We broke the machine. We broke the throne. And we survived." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "And now," she whispered, "we have something they don't expect." "What?" Tristan asked. "Two dragons," she said. Tristan managed a weak, jagged laugh.

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

but it rarely has serious consequences. Henry made a pause in his story, still looking straight ahead. Elizabeth didn’t ask questions. She wanted to let him explain everything to her as he did so far. After they got on a highway, Henry continued: “You must be wondering what a 50-year-old war has to do with us now...” he chuckled bitterly. “Well, as I told you, my kind isn’t really known for involving in wars of other species so, a dragon on a battlefield was kind of hard to miss. I did a lot of damage and took a lot of lives. It was at the end when I encountered a group of feral wolves. I killed almost all of them, but one got away wounded. What I didn’t know at a time is that in that group,

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

Warriors moved past us without a sound, their boots wrapped in heavy cloth, pulling long steel blades from hidden racks behind the wall tapestries. Dustin stopped at the top of the stairwell, his hand resting on the pommel of his broadsword. He closed his eyes for three seconds, letting his breath out slow and steady through his teeth. When he opened them, the warm gold in his eyes was gone, replaced by the flat, cold crimson of pure demon energy. Now, Dustin commanded through the link. Cut the lights. Outside, the heavy iron sconces along the northern wall went black all at once. The loud cheers in the courtyard sputtered into sudden confusion, and three miles away in the dark, the first li

“We’ll discuss that later. For now, tell me what you know of the dragon riders, the ones that come and…do what Bisset does. Inspect annexed cities.” “And terrorize the people?” His upper lip curled up in a scowl. “Even so. How many are they, and what do you remember of the ones you’ve seen? Or heard about?” His sneer melted away into confusion. “Ten or so, including the Emperor. Everyone knows that. There’s the dragon who breathes fire hot enough to turn sand to glass and the one-eyed rider who flies with it. There’s the dragon who has shield plates all over itself, natural protection of bone you can’t slice through.” He continued to name several more, until finally she held up a hand and st

A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed. Fearless heart, riding to the sky, facing the dragon, eye to eye. Lance of light, a piercing blade, through the heart, a choice well made. Souls set free from dragon’s core, released into the twilight’s lore. Dragon bones now at their rest, buried where none would dare invest. No one to find or resurrect, in the underworld, a dragon’s quest. The terror, once a farmer’s dread, now lies still in eternal rest. Akyaka’s heart, now light and free, the dragon’s tale, a bedtime yarn to be.”

“You’re mine, even if you aren’t old enough for me to claim, my beautiful fire dragon.” My scales ripple in pleasure at him claiming me and his grin widens. I huff and turn away. “Why do the dragon riders agree?” I ask, curious. “Most likely because they want to keep tabs on Laiken and make sure he’s okay. But in truth, you and I both know that a dragon rider, even a non-royal rider, is stronger than any royal. You dragons have so much raw power. Claiming you and having access to that power makes the rider immeasurably stronger. Which, of course, is why we’re in this dilemma with the elves.”

Simultaneously, he extended a supporting hand toward Dakota. To the casual observer, his actions appeared mundane. However, Adrian sensed a subtle command in Josiah’s gesture. Suddenly, ghosts and malevolent spirits from all directions surged toward Josiah. These layers of malevolent entities resembled a sea of lost souls, seemingly intent on engulfing Adrian. Enraged, Adrian emitted a resounding roar. He moved with agility amid the malevolent spirits as if navigating empty air. Twin dragons materialized, their roars resounding as they obliterated Josiah's assaults layer by layer. The echoes of wailing persisted, sending shivers down everyone's spine. Fortunately, Dakota remained oblivious t

Liard’s POV The war horn shattered the silence before dawn. Its echo rolled down the mountainside like thunder, stirring the warriors in their tents, the beasts in the woods, and the ghosts in my mind. I stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the eastern ridge, where smoke bloomed like a dark omen across the trees. The dragons had finally moved. They were here. Rhider stood beside me, armored and silent. His jaw was tight, his eyes sharp, golden and glowing faintly beneath the rising sun. My sister stood further back, trying to hide her fear. I didn’t blame her.