Serana X Dragonborn Novels & Stories

“Aurora and a dragon warrior’s daughter.” Drake stepped forward then, not aggressively, but deliberately placing himself at Elaina’s side. “And she did not come alone,” he said calmly and the four pairs of eyes turned toward him. He had let her speak because the was her battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't support her. Elaina’s voice strengthened by his presence, she glanced at him gratefully and said “This is Drake, he is the dragon Xavier captured. He has taken his estrus to build a powerful weapon that will reign terror on everyone”

He could tell that already that she and her dragon’s personalities were becoming one, she radiated a confidence that he found incredibly alluring. As Achilles finally reached the clearing, he saw Seraphina’s dragon sat waiting for him, a cunning look on her face. He shifted back into his Vampire form and strolled naked over towards Seraphina, he saw her dragon’s eyes moved to his crotch and heard her loud gulp. Achilles laughed out loud, the melodic sound ringing off of the walls of the garden. He stretched out a hand and stroked her softly, marvelling at the feel of her silky-smooth dragon skin. He was surprised to learn that she felt warm, incredibly warm, almost as if the sun was inside h

From there he watched. He watched the weapon fire. He watched the Circle rise in answer. He watched the dragons retaliate not with annihilation, but with precision. And then he watched something he did not understand at all. Mercy. Draynor ships landing in fractured cities. Dragon healers kneeling in rubble. Flame used not to consume but to mend. Sereth had been forged as a weapon. Bound. Conditioned. His power was harvested and directed for centuries by Dawlya hands that feared him as much as they depended on him.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Tristan was running aimlessly until a familiar golden dragonfly came into his face and guided his way. Heavily panting as he took a halt, he was at utter shock at the raging situation he was brought to witness. They were jumping off posts and roofs, they were so fast that he could only see their afterimages. From his place, he noticed that Serina does not hold any weapon nor wield a little amount of mana to counter his attacks and throw offenses. She only dodges them then move from place to place.

His hands grasped hers as he searched her face and arms for any burn marks or bruises. She gazed up at him as if seeing him for the first time. “Did…did that just happen? I-I didn’t…the fire…it didn’t hurt me? H-how is that possible?” “Maybe the babies blood mixed with yours…giving you a temporary immunity to fire that all dragons have.” “No, fetal blood can’t mix with maternal otherwise there are major issues,” Dena said from the doorway. “May I come in?” “Sure.” Isabelle waved her inside.

I knew that she’d be beautiful, but I hadn’t expected this. I didn’t have long to take in the glistening garnet color of her scales as she circled around Vega and her father. Vega’s dragon, a harsh dark contrast to Amelia’s. Abner growled at her, swiping his clawed hand against her flank. Flinging his daughter away from him with a roar. It had been too long since he’d shifted, and now it was taking him longer than normal. Amelia dove in. She wasn’t as graceful as Vega, but she was quickly learning her size as she dug claws into his body. Blood spurting in an arch through the air.

Lilah asked, curious. “I see why you’d think that but no. When a fire dragon procreates with a werewolf Omega it produces an ice dragon.” Gaz opened the next door for her. “So if all dragon-shifters are male, then are some of you like male males and some like Omega males and can get pregnant?”

Dude #2 yelled back suddenly. “Guys, we have no choice, we either do this or die when we go home, and if we run.. he’ll find us” dude#3 said. Unable to handle the truth of what awaits them, he started walking away from the other guys. ‘Sapphire, what are these guys?’ I asked my dragon, uncertain of their different scents. ‘That’s a delta dragon, gamma dragon and warrior dragon. That gamma dragon is the highest ranking one, deltas are like healers and warriors are obviously warriors,’ she laughed at me, making my fists clenched slightly.

Others are written long before the first breath of either soul. The seam trembles again, but this time the vibration carries something different. Not conflict. Recognition. Seraphina’s presence brushes faintly against the barrier like wind across still water. And another presence with it. Aurelion. The dragon king’s magic resonates against the seam in a deep, steady rhythm that reminds me of distant thunder rolling through mountains. They are already learning to work together. Good. Because they will need one another before this war is finished. I step closer to the barrier.