Dragonborn Necromancer Novels & Stories

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

The light of that ring grew brighter and brighter, and soon it caught even Red Rose’s attention. “What’s that mad man up to this time?” the Barbarian Primogenitor wondered as she smashed another Wind Demon into the ground; however, she had barely conceived the thought when the ground around her began to tremble. “I will show you why Necromancers are regarded as Dark Earth Hybrids. Stand, Blood Golems.”

He only heard an evil voice full of venom, “Forget about Angelina! Suck out the rest of her magic while she’s still alive! You still have time. Do it, the Dark upon you! She’s as good as dead anyway. Kill her and destroy them all! All who dared to stand in your path. All who dared to challenge Reive Eridanus. Be the one whom I killed! Be the Undead King, not an inglorious sissy destroyed in a weakling’s death!” The necromancer shook his head, looking again at Biellendevir, who had sunk his teeth into a griffon that was trying to attack him; he lifted the beast high above the ground, biting through its spine. “To me, Biellen!” he shouted, throwing forward a wave of the Dark. The dragon folded

"Get Vydes powder, Nicklaus, Anthony, Leonardo and Alexandra. Meet me in the dungeon." Adrastos and Garion watched him stalk off and shared a look. Anariah was out to play. The parts of Andreas that made an appearance while torturing the guards, the ones who were at the door and the ones who had been in on it, was his Dragon, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Necromancer and Ghast. The Dragon for a guilty dragon. The Demon for a guilty demon. The Ghast for a guilty ghast. The Necromancer for a guilty necromancer.

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining

"These are reinforced with something more than just silver, I can feel magic woven into the metal." "Dragon magic," came Darius's voice from the shadows and I watched him step into the light looking calm and collected like he hadn't just drugged and imprisoned his own niece. "Courtesy of some very old texts I acquired years ago, texts that detail how to contain creatures of both wolf and dragon blood." "Why are you doing this," Nyx demanded while her voice shook with barely controlled rage. "I thought you wanted to help me find my father." "I do want to find Karl," Darius said. "But not to reunite him with you, I want to find him because he's the key to understanding how dragon magic works a

I could see it in the way that his skin rippled as he moved to stand. “She did what had to be done.” I answered, pulling his attention away from Amelia. I moved forward. “What you should have done when he killed off his flock.” I heard Amelia let out a gasp as I rolled my shoulders. My dragon wanted out, the hunt had us on edge. Amelia’s dragon was feeding into that feeling, her anger burning in my soul. Flock was family, it was everything, and Abner had taken Nash in. Protected him and nurtured him into the horror that he’d become.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.