Dragonborn X Serana Novels & Stories

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

That would free Draven and bind my fate. But before I could—before a single syllable left my lips—the door burst open. Elara stood there. Eyes wide. Face white as death. Terrified in a way I'd never seen her. "Sera. Stop." Her voice shook. "Don't use that token." "Why?" "Because your grandmother lied." She looked at Draven. At his still, kneeling form. At the carefully neutral expression on his ancient face. "Tell her. Tell her the truth about what happens when a three-thousand-year-old vampire is freed from binding chains. Tell her what you become."

“You’re still breathing. That’s something.” She blinked, as if my calmness irritated her. “You don’t understand. He tried to kill my pup.” Silence stretched between us. Then Rheon growled deep within me. Nathan Gray tried to kill his own heir? My fists clenched. Serena flinched at the sound, mistaking it for anger toward her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said quietly. She looked at me again, eyes wide, wary. “Why are you helping me? You don’t even know me.”

Lira said, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness. "It is not true," I whimpered. "I know. I believe you, Serena. But everyone else is siding with Alpha Crane, and he offered Dad a large sum to get rid of you," she said, her words making my heart stop. "It's poisoned. Alpha Crane must have known there's some truth to your accusations. He wants you gone before his son's official crowning. Serena! This home is no longer safe for you," she spoke urgently, her voice trembling with fear.

*** Xander's POV *** System Overclock: 200%... 300%... 500%... The sensation of Sereia’s full, unchained draconic power flooding into my soul was nothing short of divine agony. It felt as if liquid starlight and weaponized lightning were being violently pumped into my veins, rewriting my Lycan biology on a molecular level. My muscles expanded, my bones groaning as my towering war-form surged to its absolute physical limit. Translucent golden scales began to shimmer beneath my white fur, and my extended claws crackled with pure, kinetic dragon fire.

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

She lay curled against the roots of an ancient tree, her fingers clutching a broken pendant etched with runes. “She was hunted,” Lucien said. Kaelion knelt beside her, his hand hovering over the wound. “By who?” Lucien’s voice trembled. “By those who fear what she carries.” Aria stepped closer. The woman’s eyes met hers. And Aria saw it. The same glow. The same echo. The same flame. — Her name was Sera. She had no clan, no coven, no pack. She had wandered for years, drawn by dreams of fire and frost. Her memories were fragmented—visions of a burning crown, whispers from a blood-soaked throne, a child’s laughter echoing in a chamber of mirrors.

And gods help me, I want to lose to him. But I can’t. Because I’m Sera Ashenvale. The rogue girl who lived. The Luna he’ll regret choosing. The storm that’s coming for everything he built. And when the blood moon rises again... He’ll remember exactly who I am.

“Let me explain from the beginning.” She stood up and began to pace slowly, speaking with intense interest. “Long ago, Seraneth and her twin, Daphne, were born witches. Powerful, feared, and respected. Zalkhar, a legendary wolf, was their closest ally. And then there was Bardalph—a prince from the realm of kings, and a close friend to Zalkhar.”

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.