Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

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.

"Your heart called. Your anguish echoed through the forest like a scream. We slept for centuries. You awakened us." Átila tilted his head. Black hair falling over one eye. "The prophecy speaks of a princess of ancient blood. Blood that carries latent draconic fire. You, Irmak." She shook her head. Loose hair swaying. "This is madness. Dragons don't exist. They're legends to scare children. You... must be common men. Or illusions of the forest." Kuzey laughed low. The sound vibrated in the air. Deep. Vibrant. "Illusion? Touch us, princess. See if we're real."

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.

"They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially." "They say its scales are blacker than coal, and when it flies, it blots out the moon," Freya continued, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "And it only responds to one thing: pure, ancient bloodline magic. That it was the original binder, drawn to a kind of kinship." I was stone cold sober now, despite the liquor sloshing in my gut. Kinship. Bloodline. Easton had just used those exact words earlier. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to test the waters, to see how we reacted to the idea.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.