Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death Level: 0/100 Exp:0 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 225 STR:75 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 500 INT:100 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :62 AGI:62 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic). Advanced Stealth(Unique), Super Enhanced(Mystic), Calm down(U), Ultra- Amplify(Unique),Poison Mastery(Mystic), Acid Mastery(Mystic) ,Bioshift(Unique), Blinking Steps(Mystic), Time Shift(Unique),FireBall(Rare), Stealing Life(Disaster), Judgement Seal(Unique), Superior life(Disaster) , Advanced Heal

Their stance defensive, their hearts set on protecting their baby brother. “When it comes to the matter of fated mates, it’s safe to say his mine.” Brandon interjected before another conversation passed through him. “What does that mean?” “I Lord Donald the second, leader of the North and South Sectors of the dragons clans. Lord of Sanctuary Clan, have marked my mate. At this moment my dragon’s breaths is in sync with his heartbeat.” He pronounced. Not leaving a gap for discussion and entered the building sensing his return like an intuition. Stepping out of the hard metal, his leather jacket disguising his soft and sensitive nature.

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

Consciousness slipped out of me before we got to the healer’s place. ALPHA KARIM Rage. That was the only emotion I felt through me as the dragon soared into the sky. The sun was almost sinking into the river, and I was mad that I was not making it. “Do you have no short route?!” I asked the dragon rider. “The only quick route belongs to the Rider Kings!” he replied. That caused their dispute with the Dragon Lords, but I did not care at that moment. My mate was in danger, and I was ready to face any war any Lord brought to me.

Ava's voice was low, and she spoke each word slowly. “Is there a way to change the outcome?” I leaned forward to see that Cyran’s forehead was creased with worry. “It will depend on the course of action that is taken. There are two paths. One is Arion kills you, again but this time you die for good. Following your death, Dragons will start dying randomly. It won’t happen at once, but rather every few days a handle full all around the world will start dying. Other Dragons will begin to panic and wreak havoc on the world.” Ava paused and I thought she was done talking until she started again.

Shawn greeted Drake with a grin. Drake laughed at his words. "Yaa, I have this one last thing to take care of before concentrating on my wedding" Drake confessed. Shawn looked at him expectantly. "What is it?" he asked. "There is this red dragon named Cameron Diaz in the human world. I want you to inform all the green Dragons to search for him as soon as possible. This is impossible. He is a criminal. He offended the mate of a black dragon. I am sure you would know that there are black dragons as well" Drake said, pointing out the obvious.

New changes needed to be made and maybe this could one of them. Drake knew this new change, mixing the wolves and dragons, was dangerous. They both knew, but to live apart? It was too much. The new pack house would house both dragons and wolves with their bedroom on the upper floor. They would have to be careful of conflicts later on. Dragons and wolves had rival tempers.

The brave men did not kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Game of Thrones Rurik stared at the floor number digits, which kept changing in the elevator as he and Damien's team rode it to the top floor, when suddenly his head seemed to clear of the fog that had separated him from Charlotte.

It was nothing less than calamity raining from the skies, crushing endless peaks. Screams echoed all around, as those who couldn't get out of the way were reduced to ashes! It left everyone all around gaping. Bigby's eyes were so wide that his eyeballs could fall off, and he cried out in shock, "Shit! The boss is a dragonrider now? That's awesome!" "Shit, I worship him now!" Oxley was positively shaking with excitement. "That's not just any dragon… it's a Darkscale!" Fafnir was crying out in delight.

The sword on his back shifted form, its blade now dark crimson with moving flame patterns that lived like a breathing creature. Before the light consumed him completely, the final voice of the War God’s Spirit echoed, soft, yet shaking the soul. “Welcome to the Third Sky, Heir of Two Worlds.” Rayden looked ahead, piercing the light, seeing something no one else had ever seen. His eyes blazed again, not with anger, but with conviction. “In that case,” he whispered. “Let’s see what the heavens have been hiding from me.” Then the light swallowed him whole. The mortal world trembled. And where Rayden had stood, only a circle of fire remained, forming an ancient symbol, the Duskar crest, beating