Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

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.”

I have to be able to fight through burns and broken bones to claim my dragon. At first my warriors didn’t like the idea of truly putting me in danger, but we’ve worked up to it over the years. Now, I can handle three of them at once, all sending fire at me from different directions. By elvish law, a potential rider can only use their element and ‘tools’ created with natural products. Over time, I’ve created multiple versions of a rope. The first versions burned away quickly. I’ve had to become more creative with the earthen products that I’ve used to create my rope. I now feel that I have something that will not only stand up to some of Kenna’s fire, but isn’t completely made of stone or roc

Stan was supposed to be at the border and not lurking in the middle of the forest. Going on his knees, Stan presents a small dagger which was crafted from the scale of a dragon. It was a tradition that the Gaels had held on to for generations. After a king dies, the dagger is presented to the next in line to the throne. Vincent stared at the dagger in shock and disbelief. Taking the knife, his fist slammed into Stan’s jaw, which sent the head of security flying a few feet away from him. “What kind of play is this, Stan!” Vincent yelled as black scales started forming around his neck and cheeks.

I was already moving myself, ducking under the second guard’s swing and driving my elbow into his throat, following through with a knee that dropped him to the floor gasping. We fought like we’d done it a hundred times together instead of never — his movements opening space for mine, my strikes covering the angles his didn’t reach. Years of running his own organization had made Declan precise in a way that had nothing to do with luck; every move he made was economical, calculated, the fighting style of a man who’d had to be better than his enemies since the day he took control. When the third guard lunged for me, Declan was already there, hauling him back by the collar and driving him into t

Before Lyra could react, another vision slammed into her. She saw a throne carved entirely from bone. A dead world stretched beneath a fractured sky. Something had torn reality open above the horizon, leaving a wound across the heavens. From that wound descended a figure wrapped in darkness. The Empty King. And seated beside the throne was a woman wearing the Bone Crown. Not the Hollow Queen. Not some forgotten queen from history. Her. The vision vanished. Lyra staggered. The creature saw the look on her face and smiled. "You saw it." Fear tightened around her heart.

The man in the bone armor stepped into the cave, his red eyes glowing like hot coals. Every step he took left a scorched footprint on the stone. I backed away, clutching Leo so tight I could feel his little heart racing against my own. I didn't know who this demon was, but my soul screamed that he was death itself. "Who are you?" I demanded. My voice was steady, even if my mind was a blank slate. "I am the Bone King," he hissed. The sword in his hand dripped a dark, thick liquid that smoked when it hit the ground. "And you, Lyra, have something that belongs to the deep. Give me the boy, and I will let the wolf die quickly."