Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

Pain exploded through my ribs as I was caught mid-fall, suspended in an iron grip. I forced my eyes open to black scales stretching endlessly, to a monstrous head looming above me, eyes burning like dying embers. A dragon. It beat its mighty wings, lifting me higher into the air. Its jaws parted, heat spilling over me in suffocating waves as fire flickered deep in its throat. I looked down—back to the cliff’s edge where I’d stood only moments before. Brammon stood below, arms folded across his chest. Beside him, Fenric had the audacity to lift a hand in a casual wave.

This unlikely alliance, forged in the wake of a devastating battle, held the potential for victory. The journey to the Dragon’s Teeth was fraught with peril. The Night Howlers’ knowledge of the terrain proved invaluable, guiding them through hidden passages and treacherous landscapes. Ronan’s swordsmanship and Lyra’s earth magic protected them from the numerous dangers they encountered – monstrous mountain trolls, mischievous sprites, and even the ghosts of ancient warriors who guarded the mountain’s secrets.

On the edge of the crevice, the teenaged boy was still gripping hard on the rock, sweating profusely, he looked up, vision obscured by fog and smoke that seemed to glow in flashing oranges, reds, greys, and blues. “What was that?!” He looked down at the girl, still dangling, unconscious, from his hand, “What have I gotten myself into?!” - “Potency. So that's what you people called it now,” the dragon said. Jared stood on the dragon’s forehead, horror struck. That was my strongest move, how is it still standing? Jared thought. “Airbrock. So-called Divine Humane. You are on the wrong side of the story.” Jared hit the dragon’s forehead again the same move, over and over and over and over again.

His stomach was growling at that point. Wilbur instantly took out the roasted boar trotter from his demiplane and started munching on it. Just when Wilbur was digging in, a vortex suddenly appeared in the lake. The surface of the lake's water spun quickly in an anti-clockwise direction. Then, with a loud splash, a huge Aqua Dragon peeked out from the water. Half of its body twirled upwards as it stood high above the water, looking down at Wilbur, asking, "Are you the fated one Fremont Skye talked about?"

Lucian’s wings are full thunder-dragon, lightning crawling over every feather. Kayo’s tails are nine burning spears. Rowan has a book open in one hand and reality cracking in the other. I have Hellebore Mist drawn and Sânge Furtună under my arm like I was born holding both. Kael Stormrider skids through the ruined doorway, barefoot, bleeding from one ear, grinning like this is the best day of his life. Kael: “They’re here. Whole damn High Aerie. They brought the Citadel.”

King Theron's voice was thick with disbelief. A Royal Gold Dragon. The heaven-anointed ruler. "Why?" Drakon's voice cracked. "Why can a whore like you give birth to a golden dragon? Why!" His eyes narrowed. He let out a roar that shook the sky and launched himself toward my child. "My baby!" I cried out and flew upward. A dragon's cry answered from beside me. Lysander shifted into his golden form and rose with me to face Drakon. Drakon coiled his massive dragon body. Golden light gathered around him. His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall.

“As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illustration in Chapter Three of The Constellations of the Nine Realms. The note beneath it clearly states that it’s a prophetic depiction—but since it’s written in Elvish, many readers mistakenly believe it to be the dragon’s true form.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="da21c723-1221-47dc-a96a-99316a653cdf" data-testid="conversation-turn-81" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-tur

Cassian looked up sharply. “No…” A shadow passed over the bridge. Luna felt the Fallen Moon inside her pulse violently. “Something’s coming.” Then a roar shook the canyon. A massive winged creature burst from the clouds. Black scales. Glowing red eyes. And wings large enough to block the sky. Torren stared up in disbelief. “That’s a dragon.” Cassian shook his head. “No.” “It’s worse.” The creature circled above them, its roar echoing through the canyon. “Shadow Drake,” Cassian said grimly.

Then— A sound split the sky, turning it a shade of red and purple. A deep, ancient roar that shook the walls and rattled the glass. I walked to the window, skin turning hard and vision narrowing. And there—rising over the treetops— wings spread like shadows swallowing the setting sun— scales shimmering with cracks of molten gold— Alexander. No. THORFINN. His cursed dragon form. Big and terrifying as the Mount of Delargar Power radiating from him like the Core of Gerlan. Eyes glowing wild, broken, furious, desperate.

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.