Dark Souls 2 Dragonriders Novels & Stories

Shortly after, the ground began quivering as a massive roar rang through the area! Following that, a humongous dragon materialized out of thin air and began charging toward Ryder! “Thunder Strike!” yelled Ryder as launched his own attack, hoping to fend off the incoming dragon! The second the two attacks collided, a near-deafening explosion filled the area! Not only did the immensely powerful collision cause the dragon to quickly dematerialize, but even Ryder found himself coughing mouthfuls of blood as he was flung backward…!

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Pulling back, William led me towards my tent. After our little encounter with Markus, William called a meeting with the remaining riders. A few of the riders had died in the attack along with their Dragons. When a rider died their dragon still lived, but was left in a weak state. I guess the rogues took the opportunity to kill off any means of a threat, even an unmanned dragon. It was sad how a dragon would suffer the same fate as its rider, regardless of the choices they made. If the founder dragons and High Priest had ever known about such a thing, I'm sure they would have kept the dragons out of harm's way.

She stared at me in surprise but before I could question her, I felt a strong wind around us, coming from above. My eyes peeled away from the woman to stare at an incredibly large, strong, and powerful dragon writhing in pain in the sky. Its scales were black with hints of red and it beat its wings like it was fighting an invisible enemy. I watched in horror as he screeched, his body squirming and his voice echoing in the air. Kieran. Those were his colors. I knew that much.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

In the Draynor capital, Cain stood outside the hatchery doors, hand resting against warm stone, breath steady as a newborn dragon’s cry echoed through the halls. And somewhere in the Dawlya world, a ritual lattice began to glow. Not bright. Not yet. But steady. And waiting. The ceasefire held. But something older than war was stirring beneath it. And this time, both sides knew. Peace was not an ending. It was a breath between storms. And the Veilkeepers were airborne.

“Let the memory of her pleas be the last good thing you experience in life.” And then he shifted. The crack of bone, the ripple of flesh—his dragon form erupted from within, wings stretching wide enough to cast the entire chamber into shadow. Scales shimmered with molten gold and iron, his eyes burning twin suns of wrath. And then he descended. Not in rage. Not in blind fury. But with purpose. Precision. Fire claimed the first of them—searing, consuming, leaving nothing but bones blackened in the blink of an eye. The next tried to flee. He leapt, but Rhazien’s jaws met him mid-air. A crunch, a spray of blood, and silence.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

He put a hand on Elidra’s arm and pulled her up beside him. His strength was back, solid and warm. “Place your hand upon it, vessel of two souls, ” the dragon told Elidra. the key. The lock was made for such a conflict. ” “Your strange mix is Elidra walked forward on shaky legs. Cassian stayed close, tense, ready to pull her back. She raised her hand. The black veins stood out against her pale skin. She pressed her palm to the cold, smooth surface.