Dragonborn Book Skyrim Novels & Stories

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

I sub consciously encircled my one arm around Draco neck and other on his waist and squeezed myself more into him, his warm body was comforting but not for long because very next second my body turned freezing cold when Sorcerer Ken flying head marched in my direction with his blood dripping open mouth and monstrous veins tentacles… I feared for my and Draco life and shut my eyes closed and turned to Draco….. I hugged him for my dear life and waited for impact but that never happened, in fact what I heard was loud ‘THUD’ just behind me…. followed by a monstrous growl…….. ‘AAAAAAAAGggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…………………………………………….’ this growl was so loud that it pierced my ears

"No sedation needed this time. The child stopped screaming after the first incision.” My fingers went numb. I dropped the journal. It hit the floor with a muffled thump, the pages splaying open. There were more journals. Stacked haphazardly in a crate beneath the table. I pulled another one out, this time leather dyed blue. Gold initials on the spine. Someone had once been proud of this work. "Only a dragon can rule dragons. The blood must be bent, broken, reshaped. The Order fears me because I do what they will not. I evolve the breed."

he says excitedly. "You're referring to dragons ore aren't you? One of few known metals to be unbreakable," I say. "Right again," Fimrouck cheers. "We're going to reforge Chieftain Eleonora's blade using dragons ore. Dragons ore while being powerful is the hardest metal to work with. It takes extreme temperatures just to melt it down and once your weapon has been crafted there's no going back. Dragons ore can't be reforged," he continues.

At least if he couldn't help himself, helping her find a group would give him relief that they were people to watch her back. Drake fell silent as he thought of a better way. He was looking around the cell when his eyes fell on the book from before and an idea came to mind. “Hold on princess, If I remember correctly, I think there might be a ritual in that book that could help us identify dragon blood” he said as he got up and grabbed the book. “Really? That would be great. It would save us a lot of trouble” Elaina replied eagerly. If there was a better way, she was more than willing to give it a try.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

We can't have the knights dyung in this one because the empire will be weaken by it so as much as possible, I want to make the casualties as low as possible. I spent hours reading the first book. Turned out that a dragon has a really thuck skin which I already expected except it's fore head. That part shicked me a bit. After all, I thought that the hardest part of a dragon is the forehead since it has more skin there but turned out that this world's dragon doesn't have that much skin of their forehead making it vulnerable in attacks and magic

I often wonder what others would think if they came across a scattered pile of two men’s clothes and their owners nowhere to be found. Bjorn steps up on top of the raised edge of the parapet and gives in to his beast. Scales cover his body as it triples in size and shifts into a dragon. His wings stretch out and he pushes off with his hind legs. As his spiked tail clears the stones, I step up onto the ledge and go through my own change. The familiar burn and pain of the shift courses through me. Fire flows in my veins as my body expands. I’m not as large as my friend, he is the Wyrmleader of our Thunder. His thunder. I am the orphan that his father took in and raised as his own.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.