Eastern Dragonborn Romane & Geschichten

“But here we are.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. Then, he bowed stiffly. “You have a name?” “Mai.” He frowned. “That’s it?” “Would you prefer ‘Lady Mai of the Market Dust and Bread Crumbs?’” A reluctant twitch touched the edge of his mouth. The tiniest betrayal of a smile. “I am Kael,” he said at last. “Of the Eastern Flameborn.” My stomach dropped. That was a bloodline older than Crescent itself. Nobility of a more ancient order. Their wolves bore flames in their coats, their laws bound by oath and blade. And I had just insulted their son. Spectacularly.

My parents stand nearby speaking quietly with Elarion, the three of them discussing the last details of the rebuilding efforts even here at a funeral. Kings never truly stop working. When I step into the clearing, Aurelion’s gaze finds mine immediately. He nods once. Everything ready? I nod back. Yes. At the far end of the clearing, the pyres wait. There are many. Too many. But one stands apart from the others. Jakob’s. The largest. The highest. Built from carefully stacked cedar and ironwood, with his armor and weapons laid across the top. His dragon crest rests near the center.

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

“All the mortals in the dormitory are currently in a deep slumber.” “It’s that green dragon,” Seb whispered to Dorin. “That’s a wind dragon, it has the ability to put others to sleep...” he pointed at a huge blue dragon “See that one? That is an ice dragon... And that one,” this time he pointed at another dragon, a gigantic red one with golden scales on its chest, much like Johan’s Dragon. It had sharp golden horns framing the top half of its head like a crown, and 3 pairs of piercing red eyes. “That is an adult Czar dragon.” “They have come to welcome the new hatchling,” Lady Lucille said beside them. “It’s been so long since a new Czar dragon was born into this world...” she looked at Seb

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

Overall Lana’s dragon was a beautiful petite dragon. Adonis' dragon had a copper base color with dark green accent scales peeking out underneath the top layer of copper in certain areas. His tail, talons, and body size were all mostly in comparison with Draven but just a tad smaller. Harris quickly looked forward when he felt Draven begin to descend. A small cottage tucked close to the mountain on the north side came into view.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”