Serana X Dragonborn 소설 & 이야기

Serena said firmly, “the King’s rightful mate… and Queen of Selvayra.” Naya blinked, shock visible across her features. “A human? And… the king… he actually loved you? How… How is that even possible? You have to explain everything.” Serena sighed and began to narrate everything from her own point of view, leaving no detail out. She told Naya about the events, the bond, Kaelen, the Moonveil Pack, Lyssara, the Time Oracles, and her mission to reclaim her place as Kaelen’s mate and restore the timeline to its proper order.

Annabelle “These are all the documents?” I ask before grabbing the large envelope from the forger. I watch his beady eyes scan me as I open it and examine each one to make sure he isn’t trying to deceive me, but the crook is telling the truth. I sigh in relief. Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

Something between hatred and triumph. "Sera," she called out, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "How lovely to see you again." I didn't answer. I just stared at her, my jaw tight, my fingers itching to draw steel. She walked closer. Behind her, her wolves fanned out. They were in formation—trained, disciplined, ready to attack at a single command. "Ravenna," Draven's voice cut through the tension. He moved to stand beside me. "You were banished. You have no right to be here."

Is that not a joke? "Carrying some bastard in your belly," he went on, "and you act as if you have accomplished something." Lysander's eyes turned cold. "Brother, watch your tongue. The child in Seraphina's belly is dragon royal blood." Drakon shook his sleeves in fury. "I will wait and see what kind of creature you spawn." "My child is none of your concern," Lysander replied coldly. He took my arm and led me back to our chambers.

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

“You will carry our directive back. Serenya must be trained—tested against every possible foe. The creatures will not strike as themselves; they will wear many skins. She must know how to defend against them all.” Elarion stepped in, his deep, grounding presence filling the chamber. “Dravin, you will see to it that Serenya is taught to withstand dragon flame and claw. Send your fiercest, not to crush her, but to sharpen her. Ignivara, she must learn to endure fire as both weapon and shield. Vaelora—teach her to recognize the strike of shadows before they fall. Ysaria, you will temper her balance, for storms and earth alike will answer her call if she is steady enough to wield them.”

'' the boy just stared straight ahead '' Sikorra was a dragon Lord from Gesa and there were five young people bound together by him and his dragon, he was very young barely fourteen, for every dragon lord you see there are five sages destined to teach him mastery of a natural element that is why your mother brought you to me" Tornak twisted his palm upwards and a gust of wind blew past billowing his robes and tugging the stray strands of Sven's hair '' I taught him to bind the air, Akylice could bind lightning, Kofu was water natured, Srina was mistress of the earth and of our group'', Tornak smiled to himself '' and then there was Seri - Sword wielder we were tighter than thieves and th