Serana X Dragonborn Novels & Stories

I’m not surprised that she’s pregnant. “But she’s a hybrid, how is she stronger than you?” Merellien growls at me. “I was created in a laboratory from the DNA of Tana, the fire dragon. Kenna was BORN from the fire dragon. Not only that, but her father is the last Lycan in existence. She not only has the power of a dragon, but she also carries the aura of an Alpha of Alphas. Kenzo is right. She is arguably the third strongest dragon alive today. The only other possible exception is Avani, the earth dragon. But he is no longer Alpha now that Ancalagon has taken over,” I tell him.

My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence. Heads snapped toward me. “You will hold your tongue,” Elder Haran snarled, eyes narrowing. “This council is no place for a girl.” “I’m not a girl,” I shot back, heat flooding my chest. “I am Serena Draven, daughter of the Alpha. My brother should have sat in this place. If he cannot, then why shouldn’t I?” For one heartbeat, silence. Then— Laughter. It rolled around the chamber, cruel and dismissive. Elder Fenrick chuckled until his eyes watered.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

It never ceases to amaze me, the power of the dragons. Eric looks up at me, a question in his eyes. “Kenna is a fire dragon and Lycan. She was born to her parents though, so her dragon powers are much more honed than others. She looks like she’s younger than you, I know, but she’s actually a fully grown dragon.”

“You have nothing,” the dragonkin said quietly, her voice like velvet over broken glass. “No allies. No strength. You’re a mistake he’s too proud to undo.” Sera stepped forward again. Her hands were trembling. Her jaw clenched tight. She could feel it now—something inside her unfurling, coiling, demanding to be seen. “You don’t get to decide what survives,” she snapped. Her voice cracked—and smoke poured from her mouth. It wasn’t fire. Not yet. But it was close. A pale, silvery cloud that coiled between her lips like breath in frost, rising in slow tendrils that shimmered with heat. It danced like a living thing, glowing faintly at the edges, edged with gold.

Coming to a stop just a few inches away from her, Andronikos' eyes bored into hers. "Nysera..." Draekon said beside her. "Meet my Flame Bound, Andronikos." He introduced, then looked at the dragon. "Andronikos, this is Nysera. One of the princesses of the DragonBorns." Immediately, Andronikos reared his head as though he was paying respect. A soft chuckle of amusement escaped Nysera. She, herself, was born with her own dragon, and she knew for a fact that he was giving the permission to caress him.

I say as a sudden idea comes to me. “I’ll give you some space,” Serena says and walks back towards the black SUV, and I walk closer to the gated estate, the happy memories here doing nothing but drag me under a melancholic cloud. A noise behind me gets my attention, and I draw out my Beretta without a second thought. Serena jumps out of the SUV with a weapon drawn as well. “Who the fuck are you?!” She exclaims, but when he turns to face her, she blanches. “A little fox informed me there would be a dragon nearby,” he says with a cocky grin and his own weapon drawn. I roll my eyes, then holster the piece while he does the same, letting out a wolf whistle.

“What did you say?” Their father looked at him. “Serena is seidr-born. A rare gift from the Moon Goddess. She has the magic of both wolf and ancient spiritual realms. That kind of power draws attention. The wrong kind. I wanted her to live quietly. I wanted her to marry a good man and stay far from the eyes of kings and gods.” “You knew Alexandro would trigger the shift,” Jacob said. “I hoped he wouldn’t. That she could live like a human, untouched by war or power,” he admitted. “But it was foolish. Once he marked her, it was inevitable.”

Darian said. And then they marched. Final Scene – Serena’s Warning At dawn, Serena stood before her team. “The Gateborn are on the move,” she said. “They won’t stop. They’ll burn every border, kill every guardian, until they find me.” Lyra spun her blade again. “Then let them come.” Serena looked around the group, her voice steady. “This isn’t just my fight anymore. It never was. The Gate chose me—but I choose us. The Mix of Three. The bond. The wolves. The wild magic. We fight together… or not at all.”

Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin. Serastra, Dragon Princess of Ashkar — Heat shimmers around Kaelith when her temper flares, ember-glow pulsing beneath bronze-gold skin. The daughter of a lesser fire-dragon lord, she came to Qombinia determined that “lesser” would never describe her future. She respects Drakonios’s power but yearns to match it, imagining a reign of two dragons soaring side by side—never one enthroned above the other.