Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

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."

He was in a fight with a dragon prince, all he needed was a distraction and today fate was on his side. The men were pressing Raisel and although she was holding her own, she was having a harder time doing so as the men pressed on. “Kill her off!”, Votigern barked with a sly smile. And at that moment Dragomir turned to Raisel then Votigern made his hit, he plugged the blade through Dragomir’s heart. The blade he had recovered from the blacksmith’s shop in Avalon, the blade he had recognized as the blade forged of a thousand dragon breaths, the only blade capable of piercing through a dragon’s thick impenetrable skin, the blade capable of causing great damage to a dragon in human form, the bl

A water serpent would become a dragon if it caught the dragons pearl falling from heaven. If he would clutch an orb known as dragon pearl, which is said to grant it's bearer omnipotence. Only a dragon with four claws could possess an orb and lesser three-clawed dragons lacked the opposable thumb to hold onto it. If only he could get it he would have the ability to create things, making him a higher creature compared to Fox and wolves who were considered lesser entities.

“There, you will witness the beginning of change.” Tristan fixed his gaze forward, then his eyes widened. Looking through the rainy vision, countless dragons had gathered along the slope of an incredibly huge mountain, perhaps a volcano. His eyes climbed up and found an enormous golden dragon at the peak. Its long multiple heads took Tristan’s breath away, having four wide wings and red glowing eyes. “The Hyborns are the golden rulers and protector of the dragon realm,” Gondra said. “But what you are seeing now is the last Hyborn passing over a part of his strength unto his most trusted kin.”

Albian had arrived just in time to see the smoke, hear the cries of the people, and taste the Dragon Fear. He watched as the daylight was slowly blotted out by huge wings, balls of fire, and a dark fog. It was almost dark as night, though sunset was still a few hours off. As he stood atop that hill, he cried at the scene before him knowing any aid he might have offered would never be enough. “I've come too late...” He cried.

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,

"You've improved." I blinked. "Really?" "Yes." His gaze moved over me. "Your balance is better." Before I could argue further, a very big shadow swept across the courtyard. I immediately lifted my eyes to the sky and saw two dragons soaring above Volkar. Their enormous wings stretched across the sky as they circled the fortress. My breath seized. It didn't matter how many times I saw them. The sight was always breathtaking. Sarah stopped beside me. "Creator." Mina followed my gaze. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

Flying on the back of a dragon would never get old. Even though Nya was slightly nervous at being so high up in the sky, with very little to hold on to, by the time she’d been situated on Slate’s dragon’s back for a few hours, she’d gotten used to the thrilling feel of soaring over the forest and mountains below her. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck, usually holding on with her hands as well, pressed against his slick scales, but from time to time, she couldn’t help but let go with one hand at a time and feel the air moving around her. Long blonde braids billowed out behind her, and the feeling of the wind blowing through her hair was invigorating like nothing she’d ever experie

‘I will do a flight around the area, Jyshy, to make sure Ymyl is safe,’ Bynjym says. From where we are above her nest, I can see that Ymyl has already laid three eggs, a red, a blue, and a bronze. “Another bronze,” I say proudly. “It’s good for our thunder. It will make us stronger.” “I thought we needed lower ranked dragons,” Skylar says. “We need both. We need numbers and power,” I say. Jyshy is a strong bronze, although not as empathetic as Yttyc, something that seems to be important to Queen Cyryl.