Serana X Dragonborn Novels & Stories

We sat in the courtyard while the morning light moved across the stone and my power continued its steady, compounding recovery, and I let myself have this — the grief and the warmth of it, the way they existed in the same space without canceling each other out, the way Firebourn was beginning to feel less like a foreign place and more like a room in a house I'd always lived near without being allowed inside. "Tell me something about her that I don't know," I said. "Something from when she was young, something that would have embarrassed her if she'd known you were going to tell me." Sera's mouth curved into that rare, genuine smile. "She tried to fly for the first time at fourteen," she said

I widened my eyes as I saw the dragon getting pissed and he went after Toma quickly. I snarled and tackled him, making him drop Toma and started to fight him, snarling. I shoved him back and threw him onto his back, going for his throat viciously. He smacked me across the face though, raking his claws through my scales and making me yelp as I felt myself bleeding. He threw me down on the ground quickly and was over me in seconds, growling at me in anger. I growled and used my back talons to throw him off and went after him, biting down into his throat without hesitation and ripped out a chunk. He cried out as I got him and scrambled to get to his feet. I could feel his bite on my shoulder st

"When The Endless Maw rises, I'll be standing beside her as the world burns!" "Then you'll burn with it." Connor and Marcus clash in brutal combat—alpha versus traitor, mentor versus failed student. Meanwhile, Sera is fighting Maya Riverstone with surprising ferocity for a seventy-three-year-old Luna. Maya has the shadow blade, but Sera has decades of combat experience and absolutely nothing to lose. "You came to my territory," Sera snarls. "Attended my granddaughter's ceremony. Pretended to be a pack. And all along, you planned to murder us."

My eyes snap wide open, and my body feels warm; I can feel it sweat. That dream was intense, or should I say memory. It was Sera's memories of the day she fought that evil dragon and sacrificed herself to save the world from his demise. My brain is still fizzled from seeing my grandmother's memories, but I felt I was there to see why Sera did what she did. Me. The evil dragon, Eldron, wanted my mother; still a child, to steal Alice, who wasn't born yet, as his bride. The thought of having a child bride sickens me.

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

After careful questioning about the current situation in the area, Christine and her Uncle Liam made their way to the temple in Dragon Claw City. Heirs to the Dragon Claw Warlocks have always been rare, with no more than three siblings in a generation. Christine's grandfather had two sons, the eldest Alexander and the second Liam, of whom only Christine's father Alexander awakened the Dragon Vein Warlock bloodline. Liam did not awaken, but he did have the Dragon Vein, so he easily understood the fighting spirit and became a knight.

Celeste: “So yeah. Coyote + blood queen? Works. Fire sorceress + dragon? Also works. Love doesn’t care about species, Seras. It only cares if you’re brave enough to let it burn.” Silence. Then Seras’s flames settle into soft gold. She looks at Lucian. He’s already walking over, slow and deliberate. Lucian (quiet, to her): “I’ve waited centuries for fire that doesn’t fear my storm. I’m not walking away from it.” Seras’s voice cracks. Seras:

I can tell this makes Reyna even more upset, but this must be found. “Reyna I need you to shift. I believe that we can tell where you are from by your dragon. The only dragons to give birth to live young are gemstone dragons like Ty.” I tell her. Ty shifts into her dragon to make Reyna more comfortable. I hear several gasps, including Haratio and his two. I know they all knew what kind of dragon she was, but I think seeing it made it real for them. Dray and Drake shift into theirs and, as usual, stand on each side of her like two large bodyguards. I roll my eyes at those two. All the kids start shifting, and I smile when I see Elayni’s dragon. She is somewhere, size-wise, between T

"And you two were trying to make more? You already have your hands full. Here let me help you." By the end of the morning, we have them all categorized and named. Phaera, Jana, Azar, Aalia, Kaien, Eedana, Nova, and Nox. All of them are children of the stars and not a matching set of abilities between them. Phaedra is a universal dragon, or so we think, and Kaien is a mixture of starfire and earth--like a comet. Jana is a sun dragon, so we named her for her grandmother and Eedana is another plasma dragon like her cousin Ursa. Aalia is our little phoenix.

Ronan saw her and only stared as if the night itself had split open to show him the truth of me, and he wanted nothing but to stay. The dragon dipped lower, the great luminous curve of her neck graceful as moonlit water. Then she spoke. “I am Seraphina of House Viremont, born of the hidden flame and the phantom blood. I am the dragon beneath your skin, the wing in your soul, and the fire that answers only to you,” Seraphina said. The words rang through the meadow. Not loudly. Grandly. Ancient and beautiful and certain enough that even the weakened illusion of the barrier seemed to hush around them.