Dragonborn Characters Novels & Stories

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.

My dragon spirit rebelled against the submission he demanded. But as she roared, my wolf, Seris, sang. She welcomed the blood of her new mate. The bond Thorne felt, the one that was “different” and, it wasn’t his bond to the dragon. It was his bond to the wolf. The Moon Goddess had given him two beasts in one mate, and he had no idea. The power that surged from me was not fire. It was rawl energy. The energy of a wolf accepting her mate, mixed with the fury of a dragon refusing a master.

Genre: Steamy Dragon Beast Fantasy Romance Characters: Lustre Fleff: 26, an archivist with dragon blood hidden in her lineage, fiercely independent, olive skin with opal-hued eyes. Jammy Dracotar: 31, billionaire dragon-shifter, enigmatic, ruthless in business, darker in bed. Rumored to be part beast, part man entirely untouchable. . . . Lustre Fleff wasn’t supposed to be at the auction. It was private, invitation-only hosted in the belly of a mountain estate that only the rich or unreasonably powerful ever walked through. But she wasn’t just any librarian. She’d inherited more than books from her grandmother’s bloodline. Something old, coiled, and fire-breathing.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

King Theron's voice was thick with disbelief. A Royal Gold Dragon. The heaven-anointed ruler. "Why?" Drakon's voice cracked. "Why can a whore like you give birth to a golden dragon? Why!" His eyes narrowed. He let out a roar that shook the sky and launched himself toward my child. "My baby!" I cried out and flew upward. A dragon's cry answered from beside me. Lysander shifted into his golden form and rose with me to face Drakon. Drakon coiled his massive dragon body. Golden light gathered around him. His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall.

Bynjym says. I hear Cyryl clicking happily at him. He rumbles approvingly and pulls her closer to his body as he flies. “Silvers and bronzes rose to fly Kythyr and Ymyl,” Skylar says. “Kythyr is a strong blue, just as Ymyl is a strong red. Mara was the strongest female in the thunder until Cyryl bonded with you. Being bonded makes a dragon stronger as well, so before Queen Cyryl hatched, Ymyl was the second strongest female in the thunder next to Ylys,” I tell her.

“Let them feel it. The war has already begun. I plan to marry Irmak and, through her, control the throne of FeWard. Her father, the king, is being slowly poisoned by your hand, Malachar. When he dies, I will be the regent. And if Irmak resists… well, a pyre cleanses a witch’s reputation very well.” General Draven slammed his fist on the table, more restrained than his lord. “My lord, the twin dragons are not mere monsters. Ancient reports say they are the sons of one of the Great Ancestral Dragons. If we provoke them openly, we may be bringing destruction upon the entire kingdom.” Vortigern turned to him with contempt. “Then we will destroy them first. Malachar, you said you have a plan.” Th

The crowd seemed torn between agreeing with Alex and processing the shock of learning I was half dragon, and I could see the moment when doubt started creeping into expressions that had been certain of my innocence. "I am half dragon," I said clearly. "My mother was a princess from the Firebourne line who fell in love with Karl and gave up everything to be with him, and I won't apologize for existing or for being the product of their love." "She's an abomination," Darius repeated. "Proof that Karl betrayed us by consorting with the enemy." "She's proof that love transcends species boundaries," Martha said while standing. "And proof that maybe everything we've been taught about dragons being