Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Even that was denied me. Small hums came within Amora's hut. The huts were small, built with sturdy mud and straw. Their ugly and weak appearance was only a mirage to the mear supernatural. On the inside, they were large and luxurious. Each dragon collects their own items they consider their treasure. Gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, much even barter to give their mates something beautiful. Amora was no different. Adam showered her with necklaces, rings, bracelets, and the best furniture in all the realm.

Vis explained and leaned back. "We had no name for it, but the explanation is consistent with what we know. Bahadir sealed Rafabik into his own body. He was the container that held the huge dragon. We assumed that after the death, the dragon died with the vessel. We were wrong. A generation later, a young woman showed up out of nowhere. An Auon with the ability to produce white flames. After she died, another came and then another one. We have not been able to determine how the next vessel is selected, but each person has been an Auon, and they are drawn to the Dragonstone in Haara," said Saefir. "Dragonstone? You have a Dragonstone," Sidastir exclaimed in surprise.

Khloe began, struggling to find the right words to describe the beast before her. "Is he so ugly?" Alessia finished for her. "-Bony," Khloe retorted, eyes skimming down all the bones of the dragon. Even its rib cage was visible. "Orion here is a Liche dragon, one of the rarest dragons to ever exist," Azian replied walking toward the dragon lifting his hand forward, his eyes his supreme gold. The dragon immediately became very still as Azians hand touched its bony face, "Orion can't breathe fire like other dragons, even though he does release substantial amounts of heatwaves,” he said quietly, golden eyes focusing on the texture beneath his palm.

If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t. “Yes, but a dragoness born of a dragoness will make men fight to the death to claim her.” “What exactly are you saying Wynter?” “My mother was the first dragoness to merge. She was a perfect white, so beautiful it seemed that she glowed in the moonlight. Abigail however has a silver white dragoness.” “If what you are saying is true then the Elders of your region would have reported the occurrence.” Sorin was so trapped in doing things by the book that it was almost sad.

I ask, something about this Gia girl rubs me the wrong way. "Gia was a girl that I met a couple of decades ago, she was thrown out of her group home because she was a Mythical. So I took her in and trained her to control her power. Earth is her specialty. Oliver here was someone that I grew up with, He is the last thunder dragon that roams the earth." My eyebrows shot up past my Forehead, the last thunder dragon? That sounds like the most difficult thing ever. Looking at Oliver, the respect that I couldn't find for him in the past, came to me full force. That must have been really difficult growing up! Might have been worse than my childhood!

Best reassured me. Thinking of my kids, getting ready to meet them again for dinner, I was daydreaming of our future, our family, trying to stay positive. Emma was almost completely healed, and I had prepared the apartment for them in the same building as one of mine. It was our safest building, and for a good reason. Not only was it protected by impenetrable enchantments, but the basement also housed some of my most fierce and strongest dragons, my current personal elite dragon guard, highly trained and highly capable. Only Valor and Wong knew about the Dragon Knights, and now, I would need them more than ever!

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like