Dragonborn Lyrics Novels & Stories

Lay your heart next to mine, let the end begin… The surface is losing, the water will win. I’m everything promised, I’m all that you need, Your only truth, your final creed. Manolya… mmm… ooh… Manolya. Descend to me… descend to me… The waves will claim you, soft and slow, Six thousand fathoms... forever below. Come down to me… come down to me… Manolya… ooh… Manolya.”

My father’s dragon did not speak his opinions aloud, but here I was stuck with a chatterbox dragon, and I couldn't have wished for anything better. Then the praise began. Not all at once. A murmur first. Then a sob. Then someone near the broken fountain lifted a trembling voice in a song I half remembered from old pack ceremonies. Another joined. Then another. The song changed as more voices entered it, becoming less formal, less clean, more broken and real. People sang through tears. Through blood. Through ash. Some sang praises for Emberfall’s warriors. Some for Ronan. Some for Victor. Some for the dragons. Some for the heroes who had come when Vandwood had already fallen.

“In Akyaka’s realm of olden days, a dragon’s tale in twilight haze, From fiery mountain’s hidden space, an egg was stolen, a daring chase. Molten lava, wild and bold, birthed a dragon, stories told. Burning flesh, a bone dragon formed, crawling up, its wings adorned. Evil, born in shadows’ birth, in quest of kin, it roams the earth. Devouring souls, a desperate cry, villagers succumb, beneath the sky. A warrior bold, on fiery steed, with a horse of valor, matching speed.

“It’s a 6/8 count, 8 bars that repeat. Can you follow?” He nods as he begins to pay, his fingers deft and light. I slowly layer the melody on top of his notes and smile up at the audience. “I wrote this song for my lady wife. I would like to sing it for you all now.” The entire tavern--ladies and knights, dragons, ogres, and pirates all collectively sigh. “I call this song, Carnelia, after the great golden queen of the Sun Dragons.” “She glides on wings of golden light Like none have ever seen,

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.

Chase asked. “The darker the shade, the stronger the beast,” Elder Victor said. “Do not question Typhon’s decision, this bond is for life,” Abeloth said and merged with me once again. “As with the merging of your dragon Sire Lucas, these two gray dragons are immensely powerful and yet their names would suggest that they are warriors as well, Brantley means fire and Abeloth means the creator of chaos,” Elder Michael said as they noted our dragons down in the books. “Thank you Elders,” Lucas said and I watched Chase’s face.

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

I continued chanting, even as my voice shook. “Storm and shadow, heed my plea. Unshackle wrath and set it free. Let my howls tear through the night. Let my enemies quake in fright.” I groaned as my body began to transform. Pain surged through me like fire. A howl of suffering burst from my throat. My bones cracked and shifted, and I screamed in pure agony as the transformation took hold. “Lyra, what are you doing?!” Dracob’s voice rang out, filled with horror and disbelief. I saw him step forward, reaching toward me, but before he could take another step, a lightning bolt struck the ground at his feet, forcing him back.

~In a sigh, lots of worries are hiding Stop thinking about it, You already know it all In the middle of the road, in the moment you want to give up Shout out louder So what, what, what~ - (BTS) So What ----------- ----------- ------- "Gahhh!" Draco shrieked for the nth time that day, clutching on to Wraya's scaly back with as much of his strength as he could muster. His blonde hairs flew back wildly, while his whole body seemed to be buried in Wraya's scales. "This is madness! Madness I say!"

Brown eyes widened in shock at what she saw. "It's real," she breathed. There stood an enormous dragon, black scales shining in the dim lighting. It turned its head in her direction, crimson eyes sparkling like rubies. Smoke billowed from its nostrils as its quiet growl vibrated in Sophia's chest. The dragon attempted to move towards her, but the rattle of thick chains sounded and stopped the large creature's movements. Sophia took a step back, still in awe at the sight of the majestic mythical creature. The dragon existed; Sophia was dumbfounded. The beast stared at her; sharp teeth bared in her direction. This monster’s ability to put her in danger loomed in the back of her mind, but Sophi