Siege On Dragonbane Keep Novels & Stories

Annoyed with being stopped in my attempts to get to my mate, I started to fight my way towards him, managing to kick at anyone who got in my way. The White Moon’s warriors were clearing my way, as they came to my aid, fighting and successfully stopping the attackers from fighting me. Loud roars came from the outside, making me look through the broken windows to see two large dragons spitting fire as they were trying to keep the guards that were trying to get inside the castle, to enter inside. Damon and Zen were circling around, low, as their growls were shattering the walls of the castle. I could see the fire they made, circle around the castle while the guards tried to find a way to pass t

He brought him somewhere unknown and he growled and ran towards the Cave, in his head he was chanting for their mate. Adrian entered the cave in hurry and finally saw Elysian, laying on top of a werewolf, getting raped brutally by five men on the floor. A loud growl snapped the five men, they quickly pulled away from the unconscious figure of Elysian and looked at Adrain in fear, the wolves freaked out to see a huge dragon glaring at them, how the fuck there was a dragon here?! While the three wolves knew they will die that day. No one should mess with Adrian, as they have witnessed the death itself, for they have met the legend they have only heard the stories about. The dragon.

His eyes keep getting heavy, lids drooping, and he bought his hand up to rub at them, smearing something wet across his face, water droplets from earlier. Once closer to the narrow passage, did he allow himself to breathe. When Leader Keith attacked the Castle and killed almost all dragons except him, some riders hid. They managed to survive and train the next of kin. Javier found out about them years later and managed to form an alliance just in case history repeated. They were the ones who were invited to the ball, every single one of them in hopes Celina would remember their faces. Nothing happened. His knuckles collided with the door only once, and his entire arm throbbed with it. Cradli

I let out a cry as pain shot up through my wrists but I didn’t stop struggling beneath him. “Sweet Andreena. You can’t run from a dragon. Not once I’ve already claimed you. I’ll always be able to hunt you down and find you.” Spencer growled a low dangerous sound into my ear. His hands moved to mine, clasping them together. He wrapped his long fingers over my wrists, pinning them above my head, flat on to the ground.

"The High Moon Court keeps many dark secrets from its little soldiers, Captain. And this particular secret happens to thoroughly enjoy the taste of royal Moonborn blood." Killian raised his golden blade into a high guard position. Selena lifted hers, the lunar runes along the steel blazing to maximum capacity. Seraphina expanded her golden flames into a defensive dome, while Morwen began chanting in an ancient, forgotten tongue, casting massive barrier circles across the stone. Kael let out a long, depressed groan, settling into his stance. "Man, I really miss the old days when we just fought ordinary, predictable rogue wolves in the woods." Aiden, completely fascinated by the massive creatu

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

"With that being said, let's not delay." With that, the General walked out of the arena, and Bane jumped from Xavier's shoulders, shifting to his full size as he let out a roar that shook the stands as his head swiveled back and forth in an eerie, serpentine way, as his wings flared and his tail whipped from side to side, throwing up clouds of dirt in his anger. Xavier didn't waste a single second, mounting the pissed-off dragon with an ease that I didn't even know someone could possess. Bane didn't even have to move to help him in the slightest; Xavier just simply climbed up like he had been doing it his entire life.

Smoke billowed from the high battlements, and the iron-reinforced gates at the base of the gorge were tightly barred, surrounded by barricades of jagged black iron spikes. "The rogue generals have sealed the mountain pass!" Silas shouted over the roar of the blizzard. He pulled his heavy war-stallion up beside mine, his dark timber-wolf hair matted with frost, his dark eyes scanning the fortress battlements with sharp, predatory focus. "They’re preparing for a siege!"

“When the time is right… I will close the jaws.” He lifted a finger. “And no one will escape.” The scouts exchanged uneasy glances. “Should we increase patrols?” Marek asked cautiously. Draegon shook his head. “No. Increase the appearance of weakness. Make it look safe.” He smiled again, a sharp, feral smile. “A trap is useless if the prey sees the teeth.” He stepped back onto his throne, sitting with the authority of a king carved from shadow. “Send word to the wolf-smiths. Prepare the wolfsbane-tipped weapons. And alert the Ravagers.”

Chapter 179: The Final Battle Begins THORNE'S POV Blackwood Ruins looked like absolute shit even from half a mile away. I could see that ritual circle glowing green like some kind of sick nightlight, and just looking at it made my stomach turn. The whole place felt wrong, dark magic so thick in the air I could taste it. "Three thousand warriors," the Dragon King said beside me, looking way too calm for what we were about to do. "This is the largest coordinated assault in centuries."