Novel & Cerita Serana X Dragonborn

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

Hundreds of normal dragons cannot compare to one dragon from the God Beast bloodline; these dragons are royalty among their kind. In Elizabeth's office… "Are you Elena's famillier?" Elizabeth questioned Sapphire who was sitting on the couch opposite her. "You know my master?" Sapphire asked surprisedly and thought, "Then why did not master want to reveal her identity?". Getting her answer Elizabeth turned to Allen standing at her side and said "Call Elle and Alisha". Allen said "Yes my dear queen" as he left. On the other side… "God I never thought I would have an opportunity to see a dragon from the God Beast Clan in real" Lilly spoke like an excited fan girl.

Serena begged, shaking his unconcious body. "Get the girl and take the sample from the lycan," Talia said to the scientist and soldier standing beside her. "Don't you dare touch him," Serena said as blue flames surrounded her and her eyes turned blue. "You foolish witch, you crossed the wrong woman," Serena said, but she sounded different. "All of you will pay, you will die painful deaths, and I will watch you burn," Serena said as blue flames engulfed each soldier, burning them to a crisp. Bodies fell to the ground around Talia as she watched Serena in fear. as screams filled the air

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

Author’s Note Dear Readers, This is not the end of Jayden and Serena’s journey, it is only the beginning of a new chapter. Part 1 closes here, but their story continues in ways you cannot yet imagine. Serena’s path is about to change. She will rise stronger than ever, carving out her own destiny and becoming the queen of her own kingdom. The woman you have known is resilient, fearless, and unyielding. She will grow even more powerful, facing challenges that will test her strength, intelligence, and heart.

The power that ran through my veins was almost addictive and I knew that Chase was feeling it too. We stepped through the fire back into the room where Lucas and Rev and the Elders waited for us. Chase walked out first and I saw the pride in Lucas’s eyes as Chase turned around to let them look at his dragon. The Elders were murmuring to themselves and I could see that they were slightly shocked. “What is your beast’s name?” Elder Cliff asked Chase. “Brantley,” he answered. “Magnificent,” Elder Victor said. Abeloth stirred within me and I knew he was urging me to show him off for some reason. To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his mome

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

"Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?" Valerica flicked her wrist, and the Shadow-Hounds lunged. Aria dived to the side, the iron chain on her ankle jerking her back and slamming her into the bedpost. One beast snapped at her shoulder, its teeth grazing the skin just above the Mating Mark. CRACK. The door flew off its hinges, embedded into the opposite wall. Silas was there. He looked like a god of death. His tattoos were glowing a blinding, lethal red, and a faint trail of smoke rose from his skin. He didn't say a word.