Dragonborn X Serana Novels & Stories

And something on the other side opened its eyes. Something ancient. Something that had been waiting for me. For a thousand years. Maybe longer. I stood. My fear disappeared. Because whatever was waiting for me— I was no longer the woman who had entered this mountain. I was Sera Blackthorn. Luna of the united packs. Mate of Draven. And whatever this place wanted from me... It was going to have to fight for it. I stepped through the fire. And the door closed behind me.

Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another. Sixten, an elegant grey dragon, worked as a representative of the dragons with magical affinities within the kingdom. Those with magical affinities often found themselves with a higher status than those without. For they were considered the ones that were most loved by the goddess Alira. Being a holder of an affinity, Sixten is one who upholds prejudice against those without. It was his firm belief that dragons who have no more than an element type are beneath those with more powerful magic. If Alira did not love those dragons enough to bestow an affinity unto them, then why should he.

Fe​lt the weight of eve‌ry eye assessing m⁠e⁠. ⁠Cae⁠lan remained stan​ding. "This is Sera Winters. My mate. Daxen and Kieran's mat‍e.​ You‌r Luna. She arrive⁠d at the estate tw‌o mont‍hs ago. The bon​d formed naturally. She is pa⁠ck now." He sat. Leaving me exp‌osed.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

Elder Derek’s voice snapped me out of my daze. “You are the one responsible for the pup, or you are Sera’s mate? Which one is it?” The elders all shared a look of shock. Even Elder Rufus, who’d insisted on keeping mute throughout the meeting, could not hide his expression. “Sera is my mate and the pup in her belly is mine,” Draco declared in the meeting room, his glowing eyes proof that his wolf neared the surface. I watched him in a daze as his dominant pheromones leaked into the air, filling the room.

“Don’t waste pity on me. Learn from it. The King does not forgive rebellion. He will not forgive you.” The fire popped, sending a spark into the night. My throat tightened. “Because I killed his soldiers?” “No.” His eyes glowed brighter. “Because of what you are.” A chill swept through me. “What am I?” Lucian leaned forward, his voice dropping low, almost reverent. “Your blood is not ordinary, Serena. I sensed it the moment you unleashed that storm of light. You carry a mark older than crowns, older than the King’s line itself. My mother came from such blood, a clan whispered about in fear and envy. An ancient wolf clan whose power terrified even monarchs.”

Then he walked out with Riven and the library was just a library again and Sera sat alone in the low amber light with her heart doing something loud and inconvenient in her chest and her left palm burning steadily against the wood. A blood witch who could track her across any territory on earth. Caden three days out. And somewhere down the corridor, Kael made the decisions that kept her alive while the memory of his eyes in the firelight sat in her chest like an ember that had no intention of going out. She pressed her palm against the table and breathed. Focus, she told herself. The ember just burned on.

'' the boy just stared straight ahead '' Sikorra was a dragon Lord from Gesa and there were five young people bound together by him and his dragon, he was very young barely fourteen, for every dragon lord you see there are five sages destined to teach him mastery of a natural element that is why your mother brought you to me" Tornak twisted his palm upwards and a gust of wind blew past billowing his robes and tugging the stray strands of Sven's hair '' I taught him to bind the air, Akylice could bind lightning, Kofu was water natured, Srina was mistress of the earth and of our group'', Tornak smiled to himself '' and then there was Seri - Sword wielder we were tighter than thieves and th

"I am well aware of that, Xavier." "Are you?" he countered, his voice dropping to a softer, more dangerous register. "Because it seems like you're only thinking about today. You're thinking about the stolen glances in the garden and the comfort of her hand in yours. You aren't thinking far enough ahead." A suffocating silence settled over the arena. "Rylan," Xavier continued gently, "Sera has spent years around wolves and Lycans. She understands our customs, our violence, and our hierarchies."

Others clawed at the ground, trying to flee the epicenter of destruction. Above it all, the First Howl writhed, its massive shadow-corrupted form blotting out the starlight. Its body pulsed with veins of dark energy, and its howl tore the sky itself apart. Serena stood at the center of the storm, her body glowing with fused power—silver light of the moon colliding with the violet fire of shadow. Her form was both wolf and something beyond wolf, her eyes twin orbs of stormlight. She could feel every heartbeat in the valley, every thread of fate pulling taut around her.