Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.

Where do I even start? "I'm not just a werewolf," I begin. "I'm Dragonborn. Hybrid of dragon and wolf, born in an age when dragons ruled the skies and magic flowed like water. That was 1,200 years ago, before humans even knew our kind existed." "Impossible," Neon says. "Nothing lives that long." "Dragons do. And those bonded to them." I pat Silverclaw's scales affectionately. "When a dragon chooses a mate, their bond extends life far beyond normal limits. Silverclaw chose me when I was barely twenty. I've been alive ever since."

--- When the last of the creatures fell, we collapsed on the far side of the chasm, panting and bloodied. “What were those things?” Freya asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Shadowborn,” Sienna said grimly. “They’re not alive, not really. Just echoes of something that used to be.” Freya shuddered, her earlier bravado completely gone. As we regrouped, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The Shadowlands were testing us, and the worst was yet to come. ---

Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath. Lyra studied the little dragon. She turned it over twice, held it against her cheek to test the warmth, and then delivered her verdict with the gravity of a high court. “His name is Smoke. He sleeps with me now.” She fixed Thorin with a look. “You can play with us. Come on.” She seized his hand and towed him out of the dining hall, and the crown prince of the dragon kingdom went without one single backward glance, like a soldier who had just received the only orders that mattered.

As if she was telling me not to be afraid. With a graceful movement, Drogo lowered herself, inviting me to mount her back. The sensation was surreal, an unparalleled and remarkable elevation as she carried me up the sky, I was soaring through the skies on top of a dragon. I had believed these creatures to be mere beasts, yet now I understood they were so much more. They give peace and maybe joy.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

Corithias changed quickly into his dragon form and came running to see what was happening. “Dragon, I heard the man talking, they are coming for you tomorrow! They plan to kill you if they find you,” she said with tears streaming down her face. He wrapped his good wing around her, comforting her. He thought about what she had suggested about the water loosening up his sore wing. He stood on his back legs, urging her to go with him to the stream. Once they got in the water, he lay back on his back and stretched out his wings, trying to work out the soreness. It seemed to be working, and Alicia started encouraging him as he moved his wings back and forth in the warm water.

There was a circle that was surrounded by huge rocks. We walked to the center of the circle and faced each other. She produced a dagger that had a dragon's head carved into the hilt and a golden chalice. She said, "Please hold out your hands." We each held out our hand and she cut each of our hands and let the blood drip into the chalice as she said, "Chloe, you are now granted a dragon spirit to accompany Saige, your wolf spirit." Then she turned to Aidinth and said, "I need you to breathe a little fire into the chalice." Aidinth breathed fire into the chalice, and she handed it to me as she said, "Chloe, please drink after Aidinth stands behind you and prepares to catch you." Aidinth moves

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

Kaelith The moment Aurelion roars, I know we are too late to prevent the fight. The sound rolls across the mountains like thunder breaking against stone, deep enough that I feel it in my ribs even before my dragon answers. By the time my wings clear the towers of Emberhold, the sky to the west is already burning. Dragons. Too many of them. For a heartbeat I almost convince myself that they are ours—patrol flights responding to the alarm. Then the first streak of hostile fire cuts across the sky, and the truth becomes obvious.