Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

Even before I read it, I felt the hatred buried in those words: “You wear the bones of the extinct like armor. But some of us remember what burned first.” My stomach dropped. Whoever left that, they weren’t just hunting wolves. They were hunting dragons, too. Maybe always had been. The council, made of two vampires, two witches, two wolves, and a supposedly neutral wizard moderator, murmured in hushed tones. Then one of them, a vampire elder with red-gold eyes and a voice like brittle paper, leaned forward. “We see no proof that this… Draven Kael… is more than a ghost story resurrected for fearmongering. Miss Carver’s lineage is delicate enough. Creating false enemies to justify dragon reint

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

The physical condensation of my dragon-forged bones absorbed the terrifying impact effortlessly. ​The commander’s eyes bulged in absolute disbelief. He heaved upward, trying to yank his weapon free, but it felt as though it had been welded into solid bedrock. ​"My turn," I said softly. ​I channeled a concentrated surge of internal dragon fire down the metal shaft and snapped my wrist with a brutal twist of physical strength. ​CRACK! ​The thick iron spear fractured down the middle with a deafening shriek of snapping metal.

Rex stuttered, confused about what had just happened. “You may call me Vertile, I am the custodian of the dragonkin armour, I will decide if you are worthy to receive such a gift,” the pale-skinned woman said, smiling and showing white sharp teeth. ‘I have chosen this being to share my soul with, that makes him worthy of anything you may bestow on us spirit’ Fafnir said, leaving Rex and standing over him from behind, glaring at Vertile. “I thought I sensed the mighty aggressor, I bid you welcome as well,” Vertile said with a smug smile, quickly bowing her head, “Your belief in his ability means nothing to us, but if he passes, he may wear this armour like his father before him.”

However, they have the faces of people whome we had once seen or knew… It was a bit fortunate that most of them were just people whom I have casually met at Talandor, but I could only imagine that this battle must be too hard for Kaist. As we tried to knock out the dead bodies, the dragon bones swoop down on us, trying to pick on the flesh on our back. Even without a rider, the dragon bones were agile. This was really a dangerous thing. I just finished hurling a corpse somewhere far away, when suddenly, I looked up to see a dragon bone aiming to pluck my eyes away.

I quizzed. “The drug isn’t pure Wolfsbane like the one you had, child,” Dy softly replied. “The drug is prepared after mixing crushed bones of dragons in it,” he revealed. “That’s so gross !” I exclaimed. “The saddest part is that these men have resorted to kidnapping and even dragons in Dragon Land are not safe !” he disclosed. “Let me go to Dragon Land then,” I simply said. “No way am I sending you again on this mission,” Dy firmly said.

This was where Silas gathered his power. They hid behind a ridge and looked down. Three figures in dark robes moved among the bones. They touched the ivory, and the fragments began to glow with green light. These were siphons, drawing out the magic. "We need a piece they haven't touched," Cassian whispered. "One that still remembers the dragon." He saw the leg bone. It was mostly buried and looked dull. The harvesters ignored it because it did not glow. "It is a long way across open ground," Elidra said.

’I have some quick business to attend to,so take a shower and get yourself ready, and I will return when you are finished. Wow, being a dragon’s mate would take some getting used to. Madchen knew Drago was a force to be reckoned with, but ordering her around? She would have to talk to her best friend, Nick.he would have advice on how to handle a possessive dragon, and she would have to change. Being a shy, diminutive woman wasn’t helping her position. She had to learn to stand up for herself.

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo