Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

He chuckled, “You know how kids are.” I pressed my lips together. Kids, they were something that I wanted. I didn’t know how they were besides the flock’s children. It was so rare for a dragon to be able to carry a pregnancy to term. We were lucky, after I’d put a stop to the arranged marriages that the council had ordered. My flock had flourished. Once they’d been able to go out into the world and choose mates for themselves. The gods had blessed us. There were nine children born in the last few years. Three more on the way.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

“He wants a woman who can take his power apart. Who isn’t afraid to challenge him. Who can pin him down and take control like it’s hers by right. In the bedroom. Every fucking private corner. And he… lets her.” Something in my chest locked tight. The image hit too fast and felt completely unrealistic as I tried to picture the scenario—Draven Ironclaw, the Red Dragon, on his back, beneath a woman who didn't have to ask. Heat rushed up my neck, and my mouth went dry in an instant. For a second, I seemed to have lost my voice. Bianca was giggling. “What about Mira?” I started, the name coming out thinner than I meant. She sniffled, a smile hanging over her pretty face. “Mira comes closest to wh

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

Whoosh! A total of seven figures stood in front of Alex and Neela in the blink of an eye. The leader was none other than Donovan Orlando of the Sun Shrine. Once the man saw Neela, he could not look away. It was a Benares Dragon! It was a real Benares Dragon. Moreover, after turning into a human, her beauty was indescribable with an unparalleled look, a voluptuous body and a pair of fair, long legs seducing his soul... The dragon tribe initially possessed an extremely rare physique and beauty in the world. The dragon males were peerlessly handsome, whereas the dragon females were devastatingly beautiful. It had always been like that.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

"I'm back." I look up to see West approaching my desk. He's an impure like me. People like us are regarded as the abominations of the society. He's a mage who has the blood of an undead flowing in his veins. On the other hand, I'm a dragon shifter with demon blood running through my veins. "She's safe and sound, Dash. Now, tell me what that was about." "Fine." .... "I can't believe we're doing this" I mutter. West chuckles and nudges me.

Seren suppressed his murderous aura and asked, "What course of action does the Ancestor propose?" "On the shores of the Eastern Sea lies the domain of the dragonoids. Treasures are aplenty there. Their wealth could help in resolving our current plight. Moreover, the flesh and blood of the dragonoids has the potential to augment our powers," Baldwin explained. He tapped the fingers of one hand on the table whilst hold a teacup in the other. His demeanor, which was neither warm nor cold, exuded a chill resembling an ancient, icy gust. Seren was tempted by the proposition, but he knew that he did not have the authority to decide. His gaze shifted to Grenn and Baldwin.