Dragons Boneknapper Novels & Stories

"Silver won't work on Jamie's dragon form. What will he use?" "Dragon bone weapons. Specifically carved from killed queens." Meredith's voice is hollow. "My sister's bones are probably in his arsenal." The thought makes Jamie sick. "How do we counter that?" "You don't. Dragon bone weapons can kill dragons permanently. No healing, no recovery." Meredith meets her eyes. "You cannot let him hit you with one." "Comforting." "I'm not here to comfort. I'm here to keep you alive." Meredith demonstrates defensive techniques. "If he attacks, you shift immediately. Dragon form is your best defense. But you must control it."

The demon creature made of bones growled weaker and finally stopped moving. Draco emerged onto the surface of the snow and flew towards the skeleton dragon that was buried in the snow up to its neck. With a few swings and slashes of the sword, Draco shattered the skull of the skeleton dragon into shape. He dug into the snow with the force of the wind, then plunged into the snow pile to reach for the golden heart that was still beating merrily.

The pain split her in two, she struggled for air. “Crown.” She heard the man call. ‘No. Please, no—Gods please.’ “Did I mention that this dagger was made from Dragon Bone?” the leader said. “And not any dragon,” he added. “It was made from the bones of the Ice Dragon, so if you are trying to heal yourself, there is no point really.” He grinned. “My dagger is draining you from your magic with every stab.” Magnolia sobbed as she prayed. She watched the man she loved on the verge of death. The knife stabbed Daniel again and his cry was deafening.

This was quite convenient since it removed any inclination to stab the new king in the back. By evening, the necromancer was pretty tired, yet this didn’t change his complete military preparedness. Yet there was one more problem: Biellendevir. The bone dragon required magic. He belonged to the old race of Illisharins. The dragons who were the keepers of the Dark and the creators of the worlds. Those who bore the dark gods on their backs. To raise such a creature meant to bind him to yourself with links constantly sucking out energy. Reive used Angelina’s blood; he’d made her the mistress of the undead, but he couldn’t bind the dragon to her. Otherwise, eventually, Biellendevir would suck her

The punishment for betraying us will be far worse than anything the vampires or wolves could ever do. As the dragon prince, I had additional magical abilities. My special gift is controlling the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth. My gift is something I can naturally do in both my human and dragon forms. I also can use spells, but it takes additional magic. I always took my magical abilities for granted. Never did I believe there would come the time where I needed to limit myself. Once I find the stone and take my rightful place on the throne, I will show the world my true limitless power. All will bow, and those that refuse will not have mercy. The night creatures we once allowed to exi

We had just found our way back to each other; she wasn’t going to let a reanimated fossil tear us apart again. “You have to!” I ducked as the dragon reared its head back, the hollow sockets of its skull locking directly onto me. Without Tethys holding its leash, I was the primary target, the one who had shattered the anchor of its binding. “Me and Kayhan can handle this, Pelin. Trust me!” The bone dragon seemed amused, its teeth clinking together in a semblance of laughter as its hollow, empty eyes fixated on me once more. It opened its maw and released a rush of fire.

She swung her hand wide, and lightning cracked in an arc across the field, lighting up everything in sharp, deadly white. The butterflies disintegrated midair. But the cost was real. Another man—Doran, one of my oldest lieutenants—fell. His leg torn by something bigger than the orcs. A beast I didn’t recognize. Massive. Like a bear, but stitched together from shadow and bone. Its claws were iron. I moved fast, rage and magic swirling up my spine. My blade met the creature’s paw with a crack loud enough to shake the air. Sparks flew where steel met bone.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

King Chen said. He then steps forward and slowly gathering lots of sand around them using his power. Everyone was amaze of what they are seeing right now. He created a huge hammer made of sand. “I am giving all of you a chance to get out from the house and surrender yourselves . . . Or I will kill all of you.” They waited a few minutes. But Drakaina couldn't wait. She was too bored to wait, and she really wants to kill those evils.