Dragonborn Lyrics Novels & Stories

"But do not be afraid. That is your dragon spirit tearing you apart so it can merge with you." Nyxoria barely had time to process those words before she felt Ora lean in close. Her lips brushed Nyxoria’s ear as she began to sing: Life is a spark, a breath, a flame, A fleeting whisper, never the same. Death is the echo, the final call, A quiet promise that waits for all. Yet in between, the wild ones spin, The fearless laugh, the reckless grin. Some chase the song, some chase the fall, But all will kneel when the reaper calls.

"This one's new. I wrote it yesterday. It's called 'The Flame.'" I played the opening chords. This song was different. Fierce. About survival and strength and refusing to be extinguished. *They thought they owned me* *Thought they'd bought my soul* *But you can't purchase fire* *Can't auction off the coal* *They thought they broke me* *Crushed my spirit down* *But ashes birth new phoenixes* *And queens don't need a crown* The lyrics were about Darren without naming him. About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy.

Vera raised her arms, chanting the final passage of the Dream Sovereign song: > “By sacred bond and fur-clad might, > We claim the world from endless night. > Let every chain be loosed in light, > In dream and wolf our fate unite.” The fang’s crystal core ignited, flooding the plateau with violet radiance. Elk cried in distant woods; birds took wing from frozen branches. The refugees looked up, shielding their eyes as the sky pulsed in resonance with their saviors’ bond.

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“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.”

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

She however wouldn’t have it any other way. “Come love we have a gem to snatch and a war to start.” She smirked as she rose. Charles rising with her as they began to walk. He would shift once night fell and fly them the rest of the way. Narleen smiled happily as she looked up at the moon and smirked. The moon goddess gave her the best man and now that he was dragon there was nothing that could stop him.

It's time for you, Forgo those rules, Be the legend you are, By embracing you. Stand at the pinnacle, Of fire and darkness, And scream, For the world to know. Darkness, Arise. Serve me. For I am he, Who was, Before, It became, Darkness. Now rise, And serve me. Baèl, The Eternal One One, two, repeat. Breathe, breathe. Hit. Hit again. Hit harder. Repeat. Curl into a ball, scream out in frustration. Hit harder than ever. Cry.

His eyes were a blazing ball of fire, with a big flap of his wings and a large cry he sent the dragon flying backwards and landing into the sea making a big splash. He reluctantly let go of her and turned to face the beast who had emerged from the water. He swam towards him. Dragomir still in human form let out a deep earthy roar, one that commanded attention and was very powerful. He was royalty and he commanded his people with that roar, passed on to every royal, no dragon could ignore its call. The dragon had no choice, it transformed into his human form and swam towards Dragomir, he bowed his head. “How dare you!”, Dragomir growled in anger.