Siege On Dragonbane Keep Novels & Stories

“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.

The Head Messenger of the Palace bowed his head and then left after excusing himself. Dareon could not look at his dead people rolled in white sheets. He is a stone-cold dragon, but he was teary-eyed as he gave his blessings to the dead and ordered them to be burned. As the dead bodies were burning, Dareon gathered all his remaining warriors and told them about Princess Shelyca. Before finally flying, Dareon swings his hands around to cover his village with a safety net kind of magic. At least, beasts on the land like centaurs and wolves or even those pirates that are not their allies, could not enter his village.

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.

Kaiden said smilingly, “A dragon is not so easily killed. To slay a dragon, the Soleans will surely mobilize all martial artists available to them. Naturally, they will suffer enormous casualties. “Should they succeed, we will simply wipe them out while they are weakened. “If they fail, the dragon must be severely weakened too. In that case, we’ll simply take the dragon for ourselves. By obtaining the dragon’s blood, the Blood Race will be bestowed immortal glory.”

"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.

“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.”

While I played savior on camera. Sybil set me up. Again. “Casualties?” I ask. “Pack.” He says it flat. “Inner keep breached.” The inner keep. Where I sent Clay. Where I sent Cael. Where I sent Love. No. I run faster. We break the trees. Duskbane is burning. Not all of it. The main keep stands. But the nursery wing. Fire. Wolves fight in the courtyard. Duskbane gold against Blackmire black. No lines. Just blood.