Dragonbane Keep Location Novels & Stories

I shook it as a glow of light swirled around us, sealing our deal in place. “Now I’m gonna send you through into the dragon territory. It’s a treacherous place, with lots of mountains. It's bloody hot during the day and freezing during the night. You need to travel at night if you want to survive the two-day trek to their border. I have already warned Garren of your arrival. He will try to meet you before then, but the weather is unpredictable. You’re to take the path that leads straight through Temptation forest. This portal is one of the back doors into the dragon realm. Don’t stray from the path and ignore anything that tries to push you away from your destination. You don’t want to get l

"So we both get what we want. You get Marl. I get the mystery hunchback. Everyone's happy." Miraeve still looked suspicious. "If you know this, why did you come back here alone? Why aren't you out there right now tracking them down and dragging them back?" "Because," Draevon said, finishing his wine in one long swallow, "they're at the illegal tavern in the Witch Kingdom. The Crooked Cauldron, specifically. And they're not going anywhere tonight." Miraeve's eyes went wide. "You already know where they are?" "Of course I know where they are. I've been tracking them since they left Duskwatch." Draevon set down his empty goblet. "They used a scent scrambler and spread their scent in multiple di

Yet nothing about this reunion had gone as I had imagined. I had expected questions, anger, demands for answers. Instead, I found her broken and exhausted. My gaze dropped to the black diamond on her finger. Mine. My Lycan settled with deep satisfaction at the sight. The journey wound through the mountain roads until we reached the iron gates of Drave territory. Guards bowed as the gates swung open, and the convoy continued along the stone path toward the fortress. Bailey leaned closer to the window, her eyes widening at the sight. The massive black-stone structure rose against the mountain, its towers piercing the grey sky. Wolves patrolled the grounds while elite guards stood watch at ever

------------------------------------------------------------------------ New with V3 Now just in, the Demon Lord's lair has just been discovered by V1. The lair is located on the North East side of Aravorn near the Dwarf Kingdom Ralux. It's said that they have carved out paths to Eclipse and Katusha by way of an underground catacomb that is all connected to this huge mountain surrounded by other mountains that have been carved out by brimstone and the fires of Hell. This fortress with a never-ending stream of demons has been named Everburn by V1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

I remarked, and Drake just smiled. "I am not surprised that you think of me as a fool," Drake responded sarcastically. "Where is this land you're taking us to?" I asked. "Alaska," Drake said. "The cold is a good place for dragons to live since they are all fire-natured. Being in a cold surroundings will help them keep their dragon side level-headed." "Damn, I hate the cold," I mumbled. "Let's go back to the Pack. I need to take the others through teleportation," Drake said, and I got in the car and drove back with him.

Bargainer’s Bay was where Azrael had vanished all those years ago. “I’m going with you.” I said, pushing my half-empty plate aside. Draco frowned, as though I hadn’t eaten enough for his liking. “Absolutely not.” Tendrils of cobalt flame crawled up Orion’s arms, filling the room with an icy heat that had goosebumps pebbling down my arms. “You will not step foot in Bargainer’s Bay, poison. Not a single fucking foot.” Before I could ask who the fuck he thought he was, Draco grabbed my hand.

“You don’t have time, but I need time to prepare the medicine for your wife.” “You knew?” “I have a gut. And the threads of fate are loud tonight.” She nodded to a small, dried, silvery-blue flower on her shelf. It pulsed with a faint inner light. “I have only a little of the Moonshadow Drake’s Bane here. It is what you seek. It grows where the bones of the oldest mountains weep, in caves that never see the sun, watered only by glacial melt. The deepest crevasse on the north face of the Howling Peak. A dangerous place. The plant is guarded by the loneliness of the ages, and by things that dwell in the deep dark.”

The keep breathed around her—alive and ancient. She didn’t know where they were taking her. But she could feel it wasn’t down. They climbed. The stairs wound tightly, carved from volcanic glass, sharp at the edges like a serpent’s spine. And still, they rose. She lost count of how many levels they passed, how many arched doors they left behind. Each one darker, quieter, hotter than the last. At last, the dragonkin stopped before a massive archway. The chamber beyond glowed with a soft red light, filtered through curved windows of veined crystal. The ceiling disappeared into shadows high above.

I turned more than once, scanning the trees behind us, but saw nothing – only stillness and shifting light. "They're out here," I murmured. Kael didn't argue. Drakon walked slightly ahead, the map guiding him more than the terrain itself. When he finally stopped, it was in front of a structure so overgrown it nearly blended into the forest. An old hunting shack. Half-collapsed. Forgotten. "This was one of his supply points," Drakon said. We moved inside cautiously. The air was stale – but not untouched. Kael crouched immediately, fingers brushing the dirt floor. "Recent."

Dark Tower. Lord Rhovan strode into the Sacred Altar, his cloak trailing behind him. The servants bowed low as he passed. “Have you reached her?” he demanded at once. The mage turned slowly, his hands still glowing faintly with lingering power. “Aye, my lord.” Rhovan stepped closer. “Where is she?” The mage closed his eyes, as though reliving the vision. “In a village. A human settlement by the name of Eldenreach.”