Dragonborn Oc Novels & Stories

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

“Maybe that really is my destiny.” Before anyone could respond, the ground at the edge of the valley shook violently. From the north, a massive surge of energy shot forward, cold and sharp like iron. Black smoke formed a vortex, and from within it emerged a tall figure with a body half human, half dragon. His skin was covered in black scales, and his eyes gleamed with deep violet light. Lucen Dorne. He walked casually through the air, each step sending ripples of energy like shards of glass. “You’re too late, Rayden,” he said in a hoarse but deep voice. “The true Saint Dragon has been born and is waiting for you in the Seventh Heaven.”

And Silas, well, if he has one of his famous arguments with his wolf, that's sure to break the ice Atticus thought. Draven stretches his neck out toward the ground as he thrusts his wings, taking the lead and slowly descending when the pack house of Midnight Moon Pack comes into view. Noah's eyes light up when he sees his father walk out the front door with Aiden right behind him. The door flies open again as Theo comes racing out and then slides to a stop. His mouth hangs open as he looks into the sky and sees three large dragons approaching. “Wow!” Theo breathes out. Damien wraps his arms around Theo and barely pays attention to his mate who comes racing out of the tree line. A hand rests

Thunder roared and a storm began as she screamed: “For six hundred years, no Golden Dragon will be born again! When one finally returns, it will be born alongside a Werewolf, one tied to both fire and fang. And the future of the DragonBorns will rest in the hands of this hybrid. Then I shall return.” That same night, Alpha King Ajax slew the DragonBorn Sovereign king. The Golden Dragon linked to the Sovereign died too, ending the sacred fire of the DragonBorns. Dragons could no longer spit fire. Now, six hundred years later, The Werewolf Queen bore a son. His name was Draekon. And in his hand, was the long awaited Golden Dragon egg. CHAPTER 1 IRON-VALE (PROVINCE OF THE ALPHA KING). "Father!!

“I’ve come for you, Jonea. Come with me, and I’ll explain everything.” Before I could respond, Owen had already stepped in front of me, his body tense. His claws glinted sharply in the moonlight. “You’re not laying a finger on her!” he growled, his tone threatening. The dragon snorted, irritated but unfazed. “Hey, little lycan, stay out of this. I’m not going to hurt her. I just need her for something important. I’ll bring her back when it’s done.” “No way!” Owen snapped, his voice rising in anger. “You think I’ll just let you take her?!”

I nodded in agreement and continued to look over the map. To the East of the continent was a place called Nahas'fa, led by a King named Soopian. I wondered if these were the same Green Draygons that were to be blamed for the Hars. Beyond that was the Goorian ocean that connected this continent and another one. It held the Kingdoms of Cariissan: Black Draygons, Shonian: Red Draygons, and Vroo: Yellow Draygons. And underneath each Kingdom was the name of their rulers.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an

Ghaeron had returned. But he was not alone. Nayara was with him. Her diamond scales flashed and glittered in the orange sunset glow, making her seem a creature made of flame. Ghaeron was a powerful shadow beside her. They swept past where Randey stood, flying in low toward the battle. Nayara flamed first, her blazing breath scorching the Goblins on the edge of the group. The Dragons’ keen eyesight had spotted Sir Braedon among them, and as they continued their assault they were careful to avoid engulfing him in the deadly fire.

I nodded, now understanding why he was looking at her so intently just the day before. “She’s in safe hands. Return with honor.” Orion slapped my back, having me look at him wide-eyed. Did he just slap me? “Ready?” Odessa looked longingly at me once more as the three of us let our smoke engulf us. Black for me, navy for Nicholas, and light green for Amora. Our dragons reared their heads back, roaring loudly a battle cry that could be heard for miles. If Adam was lucky, maybe he could prepare himself.