Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

Seraphina decided to put the shoes back in the wardrobe and exited the room barefoot. Seraphina wandered aimlessly for a while, she hoped she would bump into Bethel, Rose or Melanie but, she didn’t know where their rooms were located. The Palace truly was magnificent. Beautiful portraits adorned the walls and there were painted designs on the high ceilings showing the history of the Empire. As Seraphina explored, she found herself in a library. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books, in the centre of the room were leather chaise lounges and armchairs. She walked around the perimeter of the room allowing her hands to trail across the books, she stopped on a bo

Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System: The Story of a young adult man who died buried in an avalanche and was suddenly given wishes based on his last desires, suddenly reincarnating in a Norse mythology-inspired cultivation world as an Ice Dragon with a System! Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse: The Story of a young web novelist who is suddenly thrown into an interdimensional apocalypse but given a powerful System that lets him summon his novel characters to aid him!

While the clouds continue to cry, I turn away and continue down to the small lake. When I make it to the lake, the rain has finally slowed to stop, leaving the earth coated in a sheet of fresh water. Looking up at the sky, I try to see if I can spot Soren and Ellie. But the only dragon I see is Soren. His large emerald, green body swoops down, blasting out a gust of wind that sends my hair flying around. Having been only the second dragon I've had yet to lay eyes on I can't help but admire him. His body is long and sleek, sitting a few feet shorter than Ellie in dragon form. He has muscle but isn't as heavy built as Ellie, showing that his form is better for speed rather than brute strength.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

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.

The roar of a dragon with wings as black as the starry night sky itself, and eyes that bled a crimson red, "AND YES, THIS IS A SKYRIM REFERENCE!!" The dragon landed off to her side, breathing a virulent purple breath into the air, sending shivers down Jacke's spine; He knew this dragon from the games, but this was real, it felt like a nightmare he had no hope of waking up from. If it wasn't for Alex's grip, he might've actually turned and ran, but it was too late to hide. This was their redemption for everything wrong they'd done to survive, and now, the fight for their lives. As his confidence came back, the energy shifted back for his allies, newfound confidence stinging their hearts; They

What they don't say is what happens after. What happens after is this. Just this. And it is more than enough. THE END SHADOWBORN: The Rise of the Dragon Wolf

Then it dawns on them, crisp and clear, they’ve lost the clasp-Amira’s hair claps made of musgravite stone. ~~~ A full grown red-winged beast flying through the airy womb of sky and gliding through the mountains high and low meets with two other humongous dragons, one that can easily be identified as a rock dragon with the semi-stones covering its entirety while the other one, a desert dragon dominated by Khaki and four sharp horns that curves up to it neck. With the direction they are navigating, one can tell they’re off to the Kingdom of Hauraya. “Can you explain to me what happened?” Douman, the sovereign among the gold dragons, demands answer from his youngest daughter, Alianah, who just

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.