Siege On Dragonbane Keep Novels & Stories

"To the east, there's a large faction called the Dragon Court. They're absorbing every fleet they can find. To the west, the Deep-Sea Cult has appeared. They hunt tamed sea beasts, claiming that all marine life belongs only to the Sea God." I set down the fish feed in my hand. "The Dragon Court and the Cult are facing each other off, and our waters are right in the buffer zone." Captain White wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Lord, what do we do? Neither side is easy to provoke." I thought for a moment. "We maintain neutrality. We don't attach ourselves to either side." "But..." "No buts." I cut him off. "Notify everyone. Expand the ranch. I'll tame more defensive sea beasts."

He led her toward the valley where the human forces and their offspring waited. Neyalha’s sense of reason had fled. She followed him in blind rage, determined that if he so earned it, she would destroy him along with the hordes of humanity and other creatures that had betrayed her. Few remain who were actually witness to the clash of forces that followed. As the monstrous, huge Dragons approached the valley, the sorceresses called upon all of their talent to create a magical barrier. Nayara and Ghaeron added their own magical energy, for it would take much to contain the bulk and power of their dam. The ranks of the Black Knights tensed, eager for battle, readying weapons to aid in subduing

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

As with any battle, there was the knowledge that not all would make it through the day alive. “Trebuchet,” I pointed out to my squire and page, Narayan and Tiryth, mindful of their education. “And Longbowmen. They have prepared for the dragon. A dragon’s weak points are his wings. The scales are very tough to pierce and can deflect most long-distance arrows. His wings, however, are not armoured. The membrane is thin. Minor injuries will not affect his flight, but a large enough tear can ground a dragon, and be very difficult to mend.” We stopped at the decided point, allowing the soldiers to eat what they could, and organising the last details of the battle, setting up the medical tents, and

"We have the numbers now. Fourteen thousand men, three dragons, the sisters, and the witches here. We can hold the Keep." "But we don't want to just hold," I said, voice firming. "We want to end this. No more running. No more sealing people away." Baba looked at me for a long moment. "Then we fight smart. Use the dragons for the front line. Put the sisters on the walls—they know defensive spells better than anyone. Axel, your men take the gates. Ava, coordinate the witches inside." Everyone nodded. The energy in the courtyard shifted—people started moving with purpose, orders rippling outward.

I growled low in my chest. "No, Sire," Selene replied. She pointed a gloved finger at a rough sketch drawn in dark charcoal on the leather. "The courier said the Holy Dominion brought massive wooden siege towers. But they are not built to smash stone walls. They are mounted with giant iron mirrors and bronze chains etched with holy containment runes." "Anti-dragon ballistas," I murmured, my molten-gold eyes narrowing into sharp, glowing slits. "Vaelor built weapons meant to drag my dragons out of the clouds and pin their wings to the frozen dirt."

“Do you think we have a chance to hold them off until the Dragonhearts get here?” “Let’s not think about the negative,” Raja said. “We’ll double our defenses, double everything. And get someone to send words to Hammerhorn!” In an instant, everyone was bolting in all directions. Now that the Dragonhearts were coming, there was a chance for us to save this town. As long as we were under the blue sky, we would be alright. Still, I was very, very concerned. After two days, our defenses were done. My friends and I finished setting up the anti-aerial ballistae. We’d expect an attack from the sky. Danny entered the gate with a small team, all covered in dirt. He went up the wall through the stairs

He kept his chin high, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Lucien turned to him, voice low. “Stay close to the command group. If the walls are breached, I want you protected.” Caelan met his gaze. “I will fight beside you. As your consort. As your mate.” Lucien leaned across and kissed him fiercely, claiming him in front of the entire army. The bond flared brightly, sending a wave of resolve through both of them. The order was given. The siege began. Royal archers unleashed a volley of arrows that darkened the sky. Siege engines rolled forward, hurling stones at the weakened walls. The Shadow Crown answered with their own arrows and boiling oil, turning the approach into a killing field.

I take a deep breath to calm myself. “There were several battles within the next year. Each battle there were more lives lost from each side. Before the big battle, we call the Day of Sorrow, we had lost two more silver dragons. Now we were down to six left with only with Lux and his son Alastor as the only able dragons to fight.” “Wait a minute. Davina has a brother,” I ask in pure shock. Why did he wait till now to bring this up.

“Kill him!” A wild deathly roar rang out shaking the stonework and the old stones of the square. Huge wings flapped above Firel castle, cutting through the air and piercing the space with black magic. The bone dragon appeared on the battlefield, casting aside in a shockwave the magic creatures called up by the druids. The magic creatures that seemed so tiny now. Something else happened simultaneously that at first no one noticed, and when Reive turned his head, it was already too late. “Dad!” Angelina suddenly cried, tugging the necromancer and trying to move out from the circle of the Dark right under the claws of the still undefeated basilisk and the hungry hydras.