Dragonborn Oc Novels & Stories

I ask. I've never heard of anything like it. There are many things in this world a lot stronger than steel that weapons can be made from, but this one is new to me. "Dragon's ore can only be obtained by dragons. It is made from the shell of dragon eggs, the strongest material in this world. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to break anything made from it. Dragon eggs are meant to withstand nearly anything, the only thing that can deal any damage is extreme fires. These burn hotter than any furnace. Once the eggshell has been melted down, it can never be melted again," Soren explains all this easily so I can understand.

Chaos wished that there could be another way, but the Orcs in this world were way too wild and savage to even comprehend words properly. "Belphegor, is this it?" asked Chaos, as he was flying atop the dark skies, flapping his gigantic draconic wings which showed bloody veins, his enormous dragon body exudes a crimson-red aura of bloodthirst. A giant blazing skull nodded at his side. "Yes, my lord, this is the tribe of Orcs, the Dungeon is at the side of the tribe," said Belphegor. Chaos glanced at the empty wasteland made of black and gray rock, there was a large swamp starting from a few meters, and a gigantic misty forest filled with black trees that seemed to be dead and dried, beasts of

The demon creature made of bones growled weaker and finally stopped moving. Draco emerged onto the surface of the snow and flew towards the skeleton dragon that was buried in the snow up to its neck. With a few swings and slashes of the sword, Draco shattered the skull of the skeleton dragon into shape. He dug into the snow with the force of the wind, then plunged into the snow pile to reach for the golden heart that was still beating merrily.

Allerick chuckled, “Mere rumours Trent, how true can they be? There was a rumour amongst the women folk in Avalon that I was only the size of a pickle. How preposterous is that?” Trent squinted his eyes and looked at him. “Never mind, what I’m saying is that oftentimes these rumours are not true, these rumour peddlers do so to put fear or to defame…” “I’m afraid your highness that this particular information is rather true. A dragon lives in the dreary sea and attacks all who sail across it”, Oswald interjected. “Oh!”, Allerick paused, “If you say so then it must be true then”

asked Altar with a small chuckle. “For a long time, the fairy nation was expelled from human civilization due to a war. Drake, the dragon king, has defeated us and driven us away. As a result, we established our kingdom above the clouds. It takes some extraordinary magic to do that, June. Behold, beneath your feet is the city of New York, the favorite place of high-class beings. The dragon king and the werewolf alpha are there. You know why? Of course because in this modern era, to rule the world you have to master the economy. Dragons control business, while werewolves control the economy of the underworld,” said Altair. His words stopped when he saw the expression on June's face.

I peeped through a small opening and studied them carefully and realized they were ordinary wolves, making me question if the werewolves from the stories were truly different as described. I quietly stood up and kept moving, managing to slip past them and eventually reached a small roadside village. I deeply inhaled a warm breath of the soft air of the night and kept my head low, moving quietly and overheard merchants and travelers discussing shocking news. “Word has spread that a mysterious treasure known as the Moonborn Omega has appeared after eighteen years.” One of them said and my heart sank. My breath hitched in my throat as I struggled to keep moving, not knowing where I was really g

Cassian looked up sharply. “No…” A shadow passed over the bridge. Luna felt the Fallen Moon inside her pulse violently. “Something’s coming.” Then a roar shook the canyon. A massive winged creature burst from the clouds. Black scales. Glowing red eyes. And wings large enough to block the sky. Torren stared up in disbelief. “That’s a dragon.” Cassian shook his head. “No.” “It’s worse.” The creature circled above them, its roar echoing through the canyon. “Shadow Drake,” Cassian said grimly.

Fear once again clenched my heart, as I pondered the consequences of this unexpected twist of fate Rex’s POV As I stood there, my eyes fixed on the view above, I watched in disbelief at what was unfolding before me. The Omega was up there, riding Drogo, a dragon, flying through the clouds as if that's where she belonged. I couldn't wrap my head around it – A werewolf riding my dragon? This was beyond my understanding.

After I saw everything that Draven did, I went back to my body. The Trio sat cradling me between them. It was sweet, but I needed to tell them everything, because I had a surprise planned. I need to do it during the full moon because that's when witches are at their peak, and I yearn for him to fall hard. “If witches could just seize a dragon, all of them would. Why this guy?” Conner asks. “I don't know, and I don't care. That dragon was waiting for its person to be reborn. He just took it. It didn't choose him!” The room began to shake as a crack of thunder sounded overhead, and all of the lights went out.

The ground shimmered with the energy, and the shadows around us seemed to deepen, to gather and coalesce into a thick, swirling vortex. He was sending a message. A desperate plea for an audience. An offer of an alliance to a forgotten king who had just claimed their "omega." The air grew heavy with a suffocating anticipation. We waited in a tense, silent huddle, the only sound the faint, wet dripping of blood from Orion's hand. Draven was pacing, his wolf barely contained beneath the surface of his skin, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Damien was staring at the ground, his face a mask of regret. I watched, my heart hammering against my ribs, a mixture of dread and a twisted, terrifying c