Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

Skeleton Saint became an SS-Rank. The Skeleton Ninja and the Skeleton Rogue were the most interesting ones as well, they were two skeletons that specialized in fast attacks and agility, something often not seen in such Undead creatures. The Skeleton Ninja evolved into a Skeleton Shadow Ninja, and then into a Skeleton Shadow Moon Ninja… gaining shadow-like abilities. The Skeleton Rogue evolved into a Skeleton Assassin, and then into a Crimson Skeleton Assassin, gaining several crimson-red robes and a powerful dagger coated in crimson-red metallic materials, it was interesting. Both of them ended at SS-Rank.

Down the staircase and a short hall, the door I came to was closed and I opened it quietly. Paul Jameson was alone in the big bed, seemingly passed out on his stomach. I was already here and he was almost too easy a target for me. I loosened the strap on my leg and took the Karambit out and slid my fingers around the grip. It felt like coming home as the knife became an extension of my hand.

After careful questioning about the current situation in the area, Christine and her Uncle Liam made their way to the temple in Dragon Claw City. Heirs to the Dragon Claw Warlocks have always been rare, with no more than three siblings in a generation. Christine's grandfather had two sons, the eldest Alexander and the second Liam, of whom only Christine's father Alexander awakened the Dragon Vein Warlock bloodline. Liam did not awaken, but he did have the Dragon Vein, so he easily understood the fighting spirit and became a knight.

There were also Venomscale Pythons covered in thick armor-like scales, spewing clouds of toxic fog from their gaping mouths. There were Iron Hawks with wingspans wide enough to block out the sky and talons that could shred solid stone. And coiled around the highest peak, towering above them all, was a Bonewraith Dragon. It was an enormous serpentine horror whose entire body was fused from countless corpse bones. These beasts had long since lost any trace of intelligence. All that remained was raw killing instinct, and every single one of them was nearly as strong as an Arcane High Priest. They would attack in packs and charge forward without the slightest fear of death.

And that is when Dom had had enough. He let his Dragon out as his bones elongated and his skin got covered in scales growing out of the clothes he was wearing. With his eyes turning to gold and wings growing out of his back ribs, Dom flared his nose as Y's jaw almost literally dropped to the ground he was standing on.

CHAPTER 11 The Dragon pulled out the toy from inside me with force as he threw it to the ground he ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. He utters curse words as he takes a few swings of punches to the far wall. He's acting as if I tainted him with my virginity like I'm some kind of wild animal that just gave him rabies yet here I am still hanging up by my arms that I haven't been able to feel for Quite some time now my legs are also numb and are still chained and spread wide open.

Perhaps they would have been right if the Dragon Goddess had not answered me. I knelt beneath the open sky that night and prayed with what little strength I had left. “I do not know what I did wrong,” I whispered. “But if this is your trial, I accept it. Only do not leave me alone.” Starlight fell across the northern road, bright enough to cut through the dark hills beyond Blackthorn territory. I followed it north. The northern lands belonged to the Frost Dragons, the oldest and most feared bloodline in the dragon clans. At their center stood Caelan Frost, Dragon King, ruler of every lord who had ever looked down on me.

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

Draegon smiled. He withdrew a dagger, the blade black as night, coated in a pulsing crimson substance. Bloodbane. The forbidden mixture only Bloodfang dared use. A poison. A stimulant. A curse. “Awaken,” Draegon whispered. He sliced his palm with the blade, letting blood drip onto the floor. Immediately, the Ravagers stirred. Chains clattered. Breathing intensified. Growls thundered through the chamber.