Siege On Dragonbane Keep Novels & Stories

He speaks. "Yes, and that is the place where dragon females go to have their young because it is the only place hot enough in all of Midgar to be able to soften a dragon egg. It is also the place where many go to forge weapons out of the harvested dragon's ore since it is so hot. Southfait mountain is also the only place where dragons will conjugate in peace. Every Summer solstices, the hottest time of the year, dragons from all over will gather in the Southfait mountains," I explain.

But the ambush was a distraction for Brehm to take the stone. The battle didn’t last long. Brehm had just enough time to take the stone and disappear. We only lost six dragons in the fight, but the loss was enough to preoccupy us. It wasn’t until hours later that we discovered the stone was missing. Our human companions were all dead.

Through a collaborative endeavor, the attackers were pushed back, the gate was protected, and the defenders were given valuable time. However, the fight was still ongoing. Maya witnessed additional troops led by Lucien coming closer, their expressions filled with malice. They needed to persevere, no matter what it took. Right when it felt like hope was completely gone, a loud roar echoed through the air. Maya glanced upwards and saw the dragon from the previous evening swooping down onto the battlefield, its huge wings generating a strong breeze. The dragon released a powerful blast of fire, burning the enemy troops and changing the outcome of the fight. The defenders rejoiced, feeling encou

The beast seems to respond to my emotions of fear and rage. Last night I felt an anger so hot I had to tear my clothes from my body and scream. Only moments later the beast left a trail of bodies, burning everything in its path. Except for the tavern. Why would the dragon spare that one building in a town with hundreds of other structures? "Because he was there," I cry as I jump over a log. "Because even when you were mad and hurt you couldn't stop loving him." The sound of boots crushing twigs behind me startles me into running faster. I must not let him catch me.

That is why she failed to see the dark clouds hovering over her master plan that was announced as a breathless werewolf came to tell her, "There has been a breach, Mage! The dragons have come for their people. They have wolves and vampires too." Slightly alarmed, the old witch spoke with confidence, "We have prepared for such an attack. There is a reason the prisoners were kept here and the traitors were allowed to leave. The dragons have walked right into our traps. What are you so scared of? Today is the day of victory! Imagine how glad Waai would be when he returned victorious to see his mouse traps having caught so many dragons, traitors, and even vampires. He's hadn't had them in a litt

"But they're testing every weak point simultaneously!" The wards of defense that ringed the grove blazed and died as Draven's throngs pushed in upon them with orderly tenacity. This was no probe as before—this was a siege to drain their magical reserves while the blood moon rode toward its zenith. "Loose, archers!" bellowed Magnus Ironfoot as arrows flew in well-drilled volleys. Steel heads impinged, but the beasts barely broke stride. Those that perished simply dissolved back into shadow before reforming a moment later, their ranks undented by conventional arms.

The palpable tension in the air, accentuated by the thunderous blows resonating from outside and the piercing screams, only fueled my determination to join the fray. Navigating the smoky corridors that reverberated with the metallic tang of blood, I made my way to the great doors of the keep where Damian stood, a formidable figure bathed in the flickering light of the torches, his sword stained crimson with the blood of his enemies. The desperate struggle unfolding before me was not just a clash of warriors but a battle of magic, as crimson-cloaked priests weaved their sinister spells amidst the chaos, their arcane symbols pulsing with a malevolent energy.

Seraphina’s POV This year, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t at the Moonbane estate on the seventh night of the Red Moon. I was at Loisage. A school — no, a city of spells and secrets, where dragons napped in tower attics and time bent in the corners of old libraries. Where students whispered incantations under their breath as they passed each other in the halls, where the very walls pulsed faintly during full moons. I had expected Morgana’s Veil to slip past unnoticed here. After all, who would remember a Moonbane holiday in a school this old, this diverse?

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that.

Albian had arrived just in time to see the smoke, hear the cries of the people, and taste the Dragon Fear. He watched as the daylight was slowly blotted out by huge wings, balls of fire, and a dark fog. It was almost dark as night, though sunset was still a few hours off. As he stood atop that hill, he cried at the scene before him knowing any aid he might have offered would never be enough. “I've come too late...” He cried.