Dragonborn Dungeons & Dragons Novels & Stories

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that

Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back. “Oh yes, I am real. I’m not just a story told in the bible as one of the creators first creations or a folklore to you half breeds.” The monster said as he stepped out of the darkness. He was almost the size of Dradon’s dragon form, he looked like a dragon too, but had two long horns that curled backwards, his teeth were sharp, and long like a human arm. “Ooohhh, shit we about to die ain’t it?” Trixie whispered to Dradon, as she looked at the monster that wanted her. “Yea, we might be.” Dradon whispered as they both took steps back.

I snickered. "Next time, baby. Get ready, because I'm coming for it." "Hey, we had a deal. I hope you're ready for the alpha size dildo I ordered." "Oh I'm ready." He nibbled on my nose. "Whatever you want, baby, I'm game." *THE END* To be continued: Wolfbitten, Book 4 of the Wolfbane Series

Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes. A loud roar from the abyss brought her attention back to it, in a burst of flame and smoke, darathos the dratero, a dragon like being that looked like a cross between a sea serpent and a dragon with its long but muscular body and obvious sentience flew out of the abyss. Its skeletal wings flapping with flames and fury, it blew fire from the flaming animal skull head it had and burned in the sky. Derora watched as it gave an ear piercing scream and dove down while landing on the soft eart

Their stance defensive, their hearts set on protecting their baby brother. “When it comes to the matter of fated mates, it’s safe to say his mine.” Brandon interjected before another conversation passed through him. “What does that mean?” “I Lord Donald the second, leader of the North and South Sectors of the dragons clans. Lord of Sanctuary Clan, have marked my mate. At this moment my dragon’s breaths is in sync with his heartbeat.” He pronounced. Not leaving a gap for discussion and entered the building sensing his return like an intuition. Stepping out of the hard metal, his leather jacket disguising his soft and sensitive nature.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Looking at the creatures, Kirou was intrigued as he saw their names. NPC Name: Draco Blade NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Warrior NPC Level: 26 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Wing NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Archer NPC Level: 24 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name: Draco Pine NPC Class: Mountain Lizardmen Tribe Spearman NPC Level: 23 Affinity: Neutral NPC Name:...

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods