Dragonborn Oc Novels & Stories

She leaned into my ear and whispered maliciously,"Sister,it's about time you tasted what it feels like to be looked down upon in this life." I carried Ignis and walked onto the field.The beastmen in the surrounding stands whispered among themselves. [Dragons are descendants of ancient gods,after all.Even if they're considered bad omens,their power shouldn't be underestimated in a real fight,right?] [Give me a break.I bet Bjorn will win hands down.He's the most explosive werewolf warrior...] The beastmen around us eagerly placed their bets. The moment the trial started,Chloe and Bjorn,empowered by their mating bond,experienced a massive surge in strength.Within moments,they had me retreating

Lizzy mused. “They looked at me as if I was a bug to squash,” Chloe said bitterly. “Perhaps, if they knew your origin, they’d think differently,” Lizzy offered. “Now, tell me about the dragon part. How marvelous to be able to transform into such a majestic beast. How very lucky. Did you know that there is a planet in the Oobla galaxy that has some of the most advanced scientific minds in the universe and these minds are housed within the bodies of dragons? Your Tristan is a blessed soul.”

Chills transport themselves down Finlay's spine, he didn't know if it was the name Alexander had called him or his request. "I want Ophelia." The ice dragon said at last and Ophelia flinched upon hearing her name. "She's caught my eye and I can shamefully admit that I haven't seen any woman whose beauty I have been smitten by, in the thousands of years I have existed." "A werewolf and a dragon cannot mix," Finlay bit out, he could feel his body quivering for war with this beast. "You do know I am a god, Cameron.." "Do not call me that name again."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A water serpent would become a dragon if it caught the dragons pearl falling from heaven. If he would clutch an orb known as dragon pearl, which is said to grant it's bearer omnipotence. Only a dragon with four claws could possess an orb and lesser three-clawed dragons lacked the opposable thumb to hold onto it. If only he could get it he would have the ability to create things, making him a higher creature compared to Fox and wolves who were considered lesser entities.

The one my mother told about in the story. Seeing the diamond graffiti written in dark red liquid on its temple, I know it was that dragon. The vetrik Jihn drakon. Its chest began to appear red as if the beast swallowed tons of coals on its throat. Its eyes glowed dark while its huge snout began to open in what seemed to be prepared to release something.

Bones popping and elongating as his skin started to take on that luminescent glow that reminded me of an opal. Where once a man had stood, a great dragon now crouched in his place. It lifted its shoulders, its eyes slowly opening. Faint amethyst orbs peered at me. I pulled my shirt off, watching as he ran towards the edge of the cliff. Throwing his great body over the side before his wings started to beat, catching the wind, he soared down. I tossed my clothing onto the ground, my dragon was ready and my shift was quick. Soon, I was joining my mate. The moon peeked out to join us in our playful flight.

Then, I will force it to bond with me. The net is made of metal. It’s heavy enough to keep a dragon grounded and it’s fire-proof. It’s perfect for capturing a dragon. Kenneth mentioned that there were two silvers, but everyone knows that only one is bonded. That leaves a silver for me to capture and bond with. However, if that’s not possible, I’ll take a bronze. Any dragon will make me stronger, even a green. But what I really want is that queen. I lost a lot of men trying to get that egg. Her mother was an incredible fighter, and I would have loved bonding with her, but she was too wild. She had to die.

Wynter yelled with excitement as he stumbled into the kitchen. “What friend?” Megan asked. “Wynter!” I jumped up from the chair as Wynter collapsed and I picked him up. His eyes were closed but his breathing was even and his heartbeat regular. “What’s wrong with him?” Megan asked as she knelt next to us. “He has merged with his dragon,” Abeloth said to me and my eyes flashed yellow as he took partial control. “He’s too young,” I murmured as Abeloth retreated. “Too young for what?” Megan asked.

He swiftly turned, confronting the path he just travelled, only to find the way barred by a monstrous figure. From within the embrace of shadows, two crimson eyes fixated on Caleb, they reflected an otherworldly light that pierced through the veil of the forest's dimness. Caleb tightened his grip on the bow, a silent challenge. The air thickened as the creature stalked forward, lessening the distance between them. A deep, resonant growl vibrated through the beast. A stray beam of light broke through the canopy, proving enough light that allowed Caleb to witness its true form—a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one was colossal, its fur as dark as the night sky, absorbing all the light that