Dragonborn Oc Novels & Stories

His silver eyes gleamed with a cold, terrifying satisfaction. "The math doesn't lie, Amora," Duncan repeated, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble that vibrated right through the floorboards. "You are carrying my blood. My child. You can play at being a baker all you want, but you are coming back to the city. Today." Oscar didn't hesitate. He stepped into the space between them again, his massive chest slamming against Duncan’s shoulder, physically forcing the city Alpha back a step. The cedarwood scent from Oscar flared like a wall of fire, completely burning away the lingering traces of Duncan’s sandalwood.

"The magical backlash from the binding... it went into the ley lines. It went down." The iron door to the Dragon Keep—a massive vault sealed for three hundred years—began to glow red. The metal warped, melting like wax. A roar echoed from the depths. It was a sound that vibrated the marrow in their bones. ROOOOOAAAARRRR. The door exploded outward. A figure flew through the smoke, landing in a heap at Vespera’s feet. It was Oryn. In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper.

“Tell me witch, what happens if Tanya ever gets to call anyone from Cryzon?” She twitched her lips and looked around before bending to whisper in my ears. “She's going to make an exchange, her blood for a dragon to destroy this whole city.” I frowned at her statement. “There's no dragon aside from Draven, how is that possible?” Her eyes widened in delight at my naiveness and she shook her head. “There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.”

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

“It seems so. This wolf king had taken a strange liking to the crossbreed dragon girl. Tora wrote in her diary that he would abuse the luna, raping her and beating her, but claimed that was the way he showed his love. The luna couldn’t tolerate it anymore. She asked Tora to drain out half of her blood so she could stop being a crossbreed. It was a dangerous operation—only a few in the kingdom could perform it. Tora was one of them. She used Father Dragon’s heart stone to perform the ritual, a stone only the black dragon bloodline had the honor of owning. It’s a powerful object that she couldn’t risk falling into the wrong hands. She quickly sealed it in this diary when Olcan barged in.” Ben

Having proven to be a great guard for his cause; she had discovered, alone, the home of the dragon and sent Shroud members to watch for movement. “What’s the news you have on the dragon and his bride?” The girl’s eyes lit up as she stood before the immortal man. She had been looking forward to reporting having discovered some wonderful secrets. "The men, with the dragon, are a fox and a wolf. They are also of the Heavenly Realm but seem to only be accompanying him for a short time. The wolf left the manor last night and hasn’t been seen since. The fox has stayed inside as has the family they saved. Apparently, they worshiped the dragon and have become eternal guardians to protect the bride.

He answers. Well, this is a very interesting turn of events. A black crystalline opal dragon is the only thing rarer than a black opal dragon. There is only one in existence, as far as I am aware. She is also the reason that my father is dead. I gave up looking for her years ago. She was too hard to track, and her being in control of her powers was almost too dangerous to try and capture. The trackers have been out for two days now. My seekers have just brought in a fresh batch of test subjects. We had finally perfected the right blend of wolf, vampire, and dragon DNA. My new warriors were almost ready. We had been watching what Drazian was doing, and my team had finally figured ou

As soon as everyone was in the room, King Fenris said, “The wolves are from a nearby pack named The Bronzetooth Pack. Their alpha, Alpha Dolph Lobo is a real character. I think Alpha Damien would be of great use here.” I immediately got on the phone with Alpha Damien. I put it on speaker, so that everyone could talk. Alpha Damien answered on the first ring, “Hello, King Uther.” King Uther introduced everyone in the room, and I said, “Hey Alpha Damien! How are you?” Alpha Damien replied, “Hey Chloe! How can I help all of you? Something tells me this isn’t a social call.” I sighed, “Unfortunately, it’s not. Apparently, Alpha Dolph Lobo is assembling his warriors to attack our town. I think the

Dragon blood can revive, even those at the brink of death, and I, being the First Dragon, could bring even the dead back. I leapt into the action and fed the dying mermaid a few drops of my blood, which in a matter of seconds gave color back to her skin, regrew her fin tail and soon, she opened her gorgeous black eyes and looked at us confused. Having my blood meant she was bound to me, meant to be tied and to serve me, but the moment her eyes met Thalia’s I knew we had another thing coming.. Their connection was instant. And it has remained and survived for centuries. They were in love and happy and I was happy for them. My baby sister had true love and I was grateful for that. Thinking ab

I snickered. "Next time, baby. Get ready, because I'm coming for it." "Hey, we had a deal. I hope you're ready for the alpha size dildo I ordered." "Oh I'm ready." He nibbled on my nose. "Whatever you want, baby, I'm game." *THE END* To be continued: Wolfbitten, Book 4 of the Wolfbane Series