Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Inara stood beside her, pale and anxious, mouthing please don’t start a war. Too late. For the past few days, I’d done my research, what little the archives allowed. The baby dragon, a female of ancient blood, was one of the last of her kind. Her energy was connected to forgotten magic that had once stabilized realms. She was both terrifying and precious and now they wanted to take her apart like an experiment. Not happening.

Pushing his crotch into the depth of his mouth until Draken’s world blurred around the edges as a violent orgasm took over him. He spurted faithfully and gloriously into the mouth of the Lithe. The male drank him in, heaving heavily. The lord collapsed as soon as he was done coming. The Lithe climbed onto his body, kissing him, letting Draken taste himself. “Have you heard about the lady from the east?” The Lithe said, drawing circles on Draken’s chest. “Who is that?” Draken fluttered his eyes open briefly and asked with his forehead creased. “A woman. She’s said to have riches. And would offer us help against Dracolian.”

“My apologies on Drake’s behalf. We meant no offense. He’s just on edge since our mates have gone to help their sister prepare for the upcoming birth of her offspring.” Lucian’s hand moved down my back, resting between my shoulder blades. A longing filled me that wasn’t my own. “I can understand the worry. Is she a shifter as well?” he asked. “Succubus and dragon, though her dragon has yet to wake.” “My congratulations on the new additions. I hope her dragon wakes soon after her offspring's birth.” Lucian said and I felt some of the tension leave him. The longing was still there. He wanted that, longed for it with every part of his being.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

The DragonBorns lost their ability to spit fire. Until now. Draekon had been born holding the first Golden Dragon egg in centuries. The curse had chosen him. He was the hybrid who would decide whether the DragonBorns rose again or remained cursed. Draekon had finally agreed to give the DragonBorns their ability to spit fire again, after several meetings and agreements. He was going to take one of the noble DragonBorn females offered to him today, as his chosen mate. In exchange, the DragonBorns would bend the knee, recognizing him as their Sovereign ruler.

The tremendous presence studied the tattoo on her back. “And what do we have here? I’m in awe there are still worshippers of Dragons existing in this fallen era,” The Lung Dragon known to be Dracsora the Dragon of Discreet emphasized. “Nevertheless, I still don’t care, since you came all the way to my lair just to talk. I deemed your efforts insufficient. Your virtues are all mine." Dracsora opened his jaws wide about devouring in a single snap.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Meanwhile, her father wiped the corner of her lips that were smudged with fruits. “Hey, hey, hey. Was it true? There was a black dragon that appeared on the Southern Region and destroyed the huge mine of mana stones? And there was a purplish-black flame?” Lorenzo asked in quick succession. “Eh, you had a dog?” He asked in surprise when he saw a puppy that laid under Minerva’s high chair, “Wasn’t this dog breed a native from Adira’s empire? You got it from her?” “You asked too much.” Santi said as he ate a mouthful of pancake.

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.