Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

She whispered to Baekhyun, who was nearby, smiling at her, "She's somewhere far from here, she can't show up right?" Damontry shook her head, staring at the strangers around her, to catch her attention that the people suddenly turned away from the center while some dwarves who were like short bushes appeared bending along the path and the griffin 'half hawk and half lion, with hawk's head and claws and the body of a lion' descended into the carriage. The black glass installed in it, and the strong roar of the place resounds, for everyone to shout, and the sound of applause and shouts rise, as well as the whistling, and Damontry is now almost unconscious.

Ash and smoke smeared the horizon, a black tide rolling across the kingdom’s once-green hills. Serenya stood at the edge of Dawnspire’s ruined battlements, her cloak whipping in the furious wind. The sky itself seemed split, torn open by wings—fiery wings that beat with the rhythm of thunder. Dragons.

Brielle firmly clasped her hand together, almost as if she was praying as the vision unfolded before her eyes. "If salvation is what you seek, then the dragon must awaken it’s blood. Their wings must rise, and the flames must burn away what is rotting. Only a dragon’s flames can cleanse the impure, fire alone can carve the path to peace. Without it, ruin shall swallow everything whole, and nothing will remain but silence and ash." Brielle took a sharp inhale, as if seeing into the future almost made her breathless. "Save the dragonbloods. Save the little child. For in their hands lies the balance of all things; between survival and extinction, between light and everlasting darkness."

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

--- The Wyrm’s Pass was not a place for the living. It rose from the world like a scar—jagged, black cliffs slick with rain and legend. The old stories said dragons had carved their deaths into the stone, their last breaths freezing the air for eternity. The wind that howled there was older than language. Soren climbed for three endless days, his cloak torn, his body numb from the cold. On the third night, the storm came. It was not a storm of this world. Lightning did not strike—it screamed. The wind clawed at him, carrying voices that whispered from every direction. Some spoke his name; others, Travian’s. He couldn’t tell which hurt more.

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

A massive slab of muscle and cruelty, wielding a war hammer that was currently dripping brain matter onto the pristine cobblestones. "Pathetic creatures," Liam spat. "Father said dragons were gods. They bleed like pigs." "Everything bleeds if you poke it hard enough, brother," Tristan drawled, his voice laced with a lazy, affected exhaustion. "Though I must say, you’ve made a terrible mess. The smell is going to stick to my hair for weeks." Liam sneered. "You useless fop. While you were guarding the supply wagons, I breached the sanctum. I have the prize."