Reborn As A Dragon Novels & Stories

Later, as the gathering dispersed and the moon began its slow descent, I stood alone at the edge of the clearing, watching the realms breathe easier beneath the stars. Killian joined me, silent as ever. “You did it,” he said softly. I shook my head. “We did.” He smiled faintly. “The gods won’t like that.” I smiled too, slow and knowing. “Let them,” I murmured. I had died once bound by fate. Lived again under its shadow and risen, not to fulfill prophecy, but to break it. I looked up at the moon, light cool against my skin. “I was reborn to defy fate,” I whispered to the night. “And this time… I choose my ending.” The land listened and for once… It agreed.

But that night fire broke out killing all the baby dragons. As if that was not enough, the whole of the dragon kingdom perished down to nothing. I don't know how but every one died apart from me. This was be cause I was far outside when they all died I was all alone. My newly acquired bride was no where to be seen and this was clear evidence that she and her protector had planned and some this. I promised my self that I would do everything that I would to revenge for what happened to my king Dom. ** Millions of years later, I got a chance and reincarnated as a young CEO of a very successful Fashion company and have a family. This way I am going to revenge for what happened to all my members

Or at least… he used to be. I glanced down at my hands, small and slender fairy hands. No claws or power and any familiar strength flowing beneath my skin. I let out a bitter laugh. “Seriously?” I shook my head and walked toward my bike. “So tell me…” “How the hell does a half-dragon and vampire king get reborn into the body of a loser fairy?” Silence answered me. I laughed again. “Is this the universe’s idea of a joke?”

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

Once I have them all, I send them to my new home, the place that is warm, warm enough for a dragon. I seal his ashes into a glass enclosure, shaping it into the size of a dragon’s egg. I’ve never seen a dragon’s egg before, but I somehow know that this is what is needed. Because it’s glass, I can see the ashes inside the egg beginning to take shape, beginning to reform, beginning to regrow a dragon. “I will see you soon, Iniko.”

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.

I said, tucking my left hand into my lap. “And your dragon,” Caius said, leaning forward, his eyes gleaming. “Such a rare gift. When did it wake up? all I heard was the Luna Liliana’s dragon was… sleeping for many years.” The hall seemed to grow quieter. This was the dangerous ground. “It woke after a great hurt,” I said, which was the truth. Liliana’s body had been broken. My soul, Ayla’s soul, had crashed into it. That was the trauma that woke Veylara. “Trauma can awaken many things.”

The energy I encountered was unlike anything I'd experienced before, raw cosmic force, chaotic and beautiful, seeking expression without control. "That's it," I encouraged as the flames began to diminish slightly. "The fire belongs inside you, stored safely until needed. Draw it back in with each breath." Gradually, the dancing flames receded, pulled back into Daniel's body as he gained tentative control. The scales remained, shimmering slightly in the light, but the immediate danger had passed. "What am I?" he whispered, staring at his transformed arms with a mixture of fear and wonder. "You are dragon-born," Sebastian answered, his voice gentle with understanding. "A heritage thought lost