Romans & histoires Siege On Dragonbane Keep

Havermouth, Present Time As Sigrid reached the street, she heard screaming. She broke into a run and arrived at the edge of the bridge, where the dragon had landed, at the same time as a half dozen werewolf soldiers. Civilians, caught by surprise and with the very natural reaction of panicked fear by a dragon landing in their midst, cowered back against the shopfronts. “Stand down!” Sigrid yelled as she came to a stop between the soldiers and the furred dragon. She held out her hands, palm forwards. “Stand down, soldiers. This an ally.”

“There’s a man outside the door wanting to ask you what to do about my dragons. They’re talking about burning their way down to us if need be.” “Fuck,” Victor rose to his feet. “I’ll go,” Heath offered. “They will be grateful for a room for the night.” “When did my bunker become a fucking hotel?” Victor grumbled but gestured to Heath. “Go. Please. I’ll have someone escort you,” he walked to the door, opening it just as the man on the other side raised his hand to knock. “Ah, Will, take Mr Gale to the surface before those fucking dragons start getting fire-happy. Thank you.”

But trouble glided in the form of my brother’s mate and now we have to take the lowly mages' help to keep our treasure safe. ~~~ The arena was well-built, strong to sustain and endure the winds and the temperature was warm inside the arena for the sake of those who were unused to the extreme cold weather. I clasped my hands behind my back as I observed every detail. The day of the Medeis Challenge was approaching at a dragonling’s speed. “Is everything to the Lord’s liking?” a woman asked timidly. I nodded without sparing a glance at her way. What I was worried about was Brenton’s unease and restlessness. I rarely liked to let him out because the creature was frightening to many people in th

he said over his shoulder. “Is that so?” she replied. “Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow, Rivyn Nae Ederne. I don’t know if you have noticed, but there’s a dragon blowing fire, Dark Elves tearing the castle to pieces, and I have half the brethren of the city looking to me for shelter and assurances.” “They are with me,” he replied. “The Dark Elves have sworn not to harm the brethren. I expect Aurien will head home now that it is getting dark. You know how dragons are about leaving their hoards for overlong.”

Derek, having studied the dragon's behavior, shared his knowledge of the creature's vulnerabilities. Marcus, his wounds still fresh, channeled the rage within him, focusing his werewolf strength. With their plan in place, the trio launched their assault once again. Edna chanted the ancient spell, invoking the forces of nature to bind the dragon's wings, rendering it temporarily flightless. Derek seized the opportunity, striking with calculated precision, targeting the creature's vulnerable joints and causing it to falter. But the dragon fought back, unleashing its fury in a final attempt to overpower its adversaries. Its massive tail thrashed, narrowly missing Edna as she rolled away. The gr

“Shoot.” I avoided the bullets left and right. I saw Mateo opening the backpack. “Oh. It is party time,” Nova said as she clawed Tymeria’s scalp. “Let’s dance.” Tymeria growled and soon she shifted into her dragon. She must have taken some kind of antidote to keep the gas from affecting her We both roared. Her massive orange dragon leered at me. I chuckled before Nova slapped Tymeria’s dragon against her side. The dragon growled in anger. But I didn’t care.

After Brend and Barton left, Rex sighed loudly, “Well that is annoying. I was hoping for a clean break from this town tomorrow morning. Looks like that won’t be happening.” “I get the feeling the assassin will attack the moment we are out of sight from the township. We should go and inform the others,” Kiri said, pushing a loose strand of her glossy black hair behind her ear. “Agreed,” Dilo nodded, grasping Rex by the forearm, “Come, let’s not waste any more time. We have much to discuss with them.” * * * “Wait! Hold up!” Venya protested with her hands raised, standing up from the log she had been sitting on around the campfire that had been erected. “You share a consciousness with the soul

Doreon laughs and ran his hand over his mouth, wiping himself of blood while holding his broken arm against his abdomen without moving. The dragon glided over the village and set fire to all the buildings as it passed, while in the distance it saw a horde of men and women approaching, some on horseback and others on foot. The Ucrie ran, trying to escape from the massacre that awaited them, but they stopped when in front of them, in the middle of the vegetation, Blake and Lyza appeared, behind them there was a large contingent of armed men; The witches took a few steps back, but froze hearing the fierce growl of the dragon that continued to glide above their heads.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

"Yes, Darius you are right. Actually, we should fight back to back. We also need some warriors who can go up the tower and scan all angles. We were ready for a ground battle, but they sent us a dragon instead." Everyone murmurs in agreement and I see elder Mendez shaking and mumbling something incoherent. Elder Merlin inches closer to her and instantly, her face is ashen. She takes two steps backwards and slumps down. I follow her line of sight and I am equally dumbfounded. Far in the distance, I see a huge flame rising. A rage like never before engulfs my whole being. The dragon was just a decoy, a ploy! The bastards wanted to keep us occupied whilst they attack the safe houses?