Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

“But if they have already left Stormir much earlier than we thought, then I’m afraid they should be reaching Draconos by the morrow if the winds are kind to them.” Raeherys took a glance at the waves where the sea extended far to the dark horizons. He could already imagine seeing the Draconos Isles ahead, on the siege by the dwarves. The massive fire spread around the tropical forests, volcanoes shaken into eruption … thousands of dragon eggs crushed, stolen, or sold … Raeherys had to shut his eyes to prevent himself from seeing more. He couldn’t handle imagining what might happen next. “Gramad needs to be informed at once,” Myrdin told him. “We could send one or two of our men here to fly—“

Why not Maleah, whom I loved with my entire being? I finally see Bastian's great tower sticking out of the clouds and put on an additional burst of speed. They will rue the day they messed with Laryn, the mightiest dragon to ever live. Bastian's red tail swoops out of a cloud and hits me upside the head. I shake my jaw and turn to seek the fucker who has disappeared into the clouds again. "Calm down, Laryn," he whispers into my mind.

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

And the child came in a blaze of gold and blood, too large, too sharp, born of pain and magic and unrelenting will. And for a moment, the world stilled. Then a cry. Sharp. Wild. Alive. The healers scrambled forward, wrapping the child in a cloth of fire-silk, enchanted to cool the dragonborn skin. The babe was large—larger than any newborn should be. Scales ran down the spine in a delicate ridge, talons curled in fists, wings still slick and pressed to its back. A mix of mortal softness and dragon ferocity, whole and unmistakably alive.

No one would, for they knew going against their King would end them up dead. Sitting atop his horse, Toban smirked down at the village below him. Dragons in different shades of red and grey flew around breathing fire on the once happy village. This is what he wanted. He wanted the village to remember who their king was and who their king would always be. Once Toban had the Great Book, he would be able to live forever. The power the book would give him would be enough to have him living for many moons to come. Hearing the scream of his people, Toban turned to look at his general. "I want all of them brought back to the Palace at once."

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

I shake my head, “No, you’re lying. The moment you get the chance you will betray me again! All you care about is your pack!” “What pack, Tru? Everything is in flames. We got some in shelters, but the pack is almost diminished. Step away from the ledge and let’s go home.” Bryan extends his hand. As I contemplate my next move, large talons grab me. The beast flies into the air before I can even think. Looking up at the beast, I find it is a red dragon. There is stillness inside of me as I look at him. I’m finally at peace.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

Bones popping and elongating as his skin started to take on that luminescent glow that reminded me of an opal. Where once a man had stood, a great dragon now crouched in his place. It lifted its shoulders, its eyes slowly opening. Faint amethyst orbs peered at me. I pulled my shirt off, watching as he ran towards the edge of the cliff. Throwing his great body over the side before his wings started to beat, catching the wind, he soared down. I tossed my clothing onto the ground, my dragon was ready and my shift was quick. Soon, I was joining my mate. The moon peeked out to join us in our playful flight.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”