Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I couldn’t say that I blamed him, it was hard to bow to someone like her. I’d heard rumors that Marcus Blackwell and his half dragon mate had been the one to take down the old dragon. I didn’t know if that was true, but it would make it hard for any of us to accept the newest Elder. I myself didn’t want to submit to her either, but I was willing to do it if I were the head of our thrall just to make sure that my people were safe.

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.