Dragonborn Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

For this very reason, he had been setting up this plan for decades. Even the killing of the Spirit Turtle was just a precursor to slaying the dragon. “Sir Caden, since the Spirit Turtle is also one of the Four Holy Beasts, why can the dragon’s blood allow one to become immortal, yet the Spirit Turtle’s blood doesn't have the same effect?” Thea blurted out the question in her heart.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan. In general, True Dragon used a variety of colors to represent the differences in their bloodlines, gold was at the highest ranking. The usual True Dragon Clans such as black dragons and white dragons, although they could cultivate to achieve Monsteriod King level, it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to immortality. Drake Wyrmthorn was different. The Golden Dragon Bloodline that he belonged to, was borned honorable leader. It was certain that he would achieve Monsteriod King level in the future. Even to be a celesti

Another Nether Dark Wyvern fell over the floor, however, this seemed like a young adult one, and it looked particularly burned. Dura had done this, as she stepped over the still-struggling monster and crushed its skull with a powerful attack using her giant axe. The beast died almost instantly, although it released a groan of agony as its brains exploded out of its skull. Dura's muscular and tall body was coated in blood and brains, she looked like a red-skinned barbarian, although some of the male orcs around found her rather sexy as she slaughtered the giant beasts.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

“The owner of the Blood of the Red Moon.” I froze. His words hung heavily in the air, sending a shiver down my spine. Daran’s composure cracked—he looked like a storm battering itself to stay intact. “Don’t play games with me!” Daran snapped. The dragon only laughed. “Games? No, Daran. I’m here to ensure destiny unfolds as it should. But I wonder... how long can you protect Jonea and your people simultaneously?” Daran’s expression darkened, but before he could speak, the dragon stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “It’s time to choose, Daran Carver—a decision that will shape your fate... and theirs.”

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

Atticus's chest stuttered as realization of everything his brother and nephew endured set in. Atticus barely made it far enough away before he lost control of the walls that kept his beast inside. In the blink of an eye, his body exploded as Draven came forward, shifting. Naham gasped at the sight of Draven. It was a sight he never thought he would see again… a dragon. Something he has inside him but hasn't felt in a long, long time. Something that hasn't been free, hasn't stretched his limbs and reached for the sky in hundreds of years.