Novel & Cerita Dragonborn Anime

A juvenile dragon that looks remarkably like Tana and Kenna, only, they are the last of their kind. “I need to go after him Mere.” Yhendorn says. “No, Yhendorn. I need your help with Avani. He’s my dragon, I won’t let him die.” I collapse on the ground just as Cedric comes rushing in. I see him attacking the hunters that are shooting at me. I can no longer feel my body and real fear goes through me. I’ve never been helpless in my life. “Avani, I’m here.” Merethyl comes to stand by my head where I can see her. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

Ghaeron had returned. But he was not alone. Nayara was with him. Her diamond scales flashed and glittered in the orange sunset glow, making her seem a creature made of flame. Ghaeron was a powerful shadow beside her. They swept past where Randey stood, flying in low toward the battle. Nayara flamed first, her blazing breath scorching the Goblins on the edge of the group. The Dragons’ keen eyesight had spotted Sir Braedon among them, and as they continued their assault they were careful to avoid engulfing him in the deadly fire.

Above him, a black hole appeared, and from within the black hole, thousands of droplets of golden blood flew out, landing on the forehead of every beast there; as soon as all the beasts received their droplets of golden blood, they immediately turned into eggs. "It seems you’re using the connection between the spirit of the battle armor and the physical body to open a space linked to the dragon realm, huh? Can that last long?" Hai Mingyue asked Long Chen, her eyes filled with admiration for his method.

Closer. She couldn’t breathe. And then, the dragon began to shift. Flame peeled back from him. His wings folded inward. The glow at his chest bled into flesh. Horns shortened. Claws pulled inward. And in seconds, Rhazien stood in his place, bare and glowing from within, his chest still lit from the fire beneath his skin.

“I’m a Mountain Dragon. What do I gain from meddling with you? My duty is to guard your destiny!” With a swift motion of his hand, mist coiled around us, solidifying into a mirror-like screen. Reflected in its surface was Daran’s house. Inside, Jonea sat on a sofa, casually watching television. I felt Daran’s body tense beside me. “What are you doing?” Daran demanded angrily. The dragon approached slowly, a predator savoring its prey. “That’s why I’m watching her,” he said evenly, though his tone dripped with menace. “The owner of the Blood of the Red Moon.”

In mere seconds, it was reduced to bones. I glanced at the dragon, which bared its teeth at the dead corpse. It looked towards me, and its eyes softened. I glanced at the wing, and my eyes shimmered. "Ramon," my voice sounded hoarse. The dragon made one final hum, and it began to shrink with a bright red light surrounding it. In seconds, Ramon was in its place. A grimace was on his face and a bright red burn on his shoulder. "Oh my God!" I rushed towards him, grabbing him by the arms. "Ramon, I'm so sorry."

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.