Eastern Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

I carried it over to the small table near the window and sat down, tucking my feet beneath me. For the next hour, I completely forgot I was supposed to be working. I learned more about the Great Houses than I had during the entire conversation with Maren. House Drakenhart controlled the northern territories. House Valerius ruled the eastern mountains. House Ashborne controlled the western trade routes. Each House had its own dragon bloodline, its own traditions, and its own history with the Dragon King. The Nightflame family sat above all of them. I turned to another page. Records dated back hundreds of years.

It was a green, the most common of the dragons. The next egg was a red, a female. I was sixteen years old. I was terrified, but I’d managed to get the egg out in the middle of the night, then sneak back into the castle while my father and his soldiers were out searching for the thief in the hopes of regaining the egg.

“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.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

“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.