Skyrim Dragonborn Book Novels & Stories

Roman's breath stuttered as he sucked a breath in. “Yes, I will be your queen,” Roman said, forcing his voice out as loud as he could without crying. Ezra smiled as he brought the Omega's hands to his mouth and kissed his fingers before standing. Roman's lips part when Nadja begins speaking again, recognizing the tongue of the ancient dragon language. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at Nadja in shock. The ancient Elder stood tall, holding an old thick book. Scales lined the book, creating the cover. On the front is a perfectly shaped baby dragon's first claw that looks as fresh as the day it was shed. It symbolizes the beginning of a dragon's life, a perfect symbol for th

On the desk sat a large white covered book with gold dragons on the cover. Rain walked to the desk and waited for me to sit down before she opened the book and scooted it closer to me. She then sat on the corner of the desk facing me and said” If you read this part of the mate book you will understand the mating ceremony. After I will tell you about how Reya is and what to expect from us as your mate.” I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then began to read. The book was old but the pages were pristine and the letters in gold. It didn’t take me long to read the few pages on mating a dragon woman. I now understood why Rain held apart of herself back from me. Dragons, no matter the gen

As far as I was concerned, if I did die in my past life, wouldn’t it be better to get as far away from Dragons as possible, so I can continue living a naive and safe life? Opening my eyes, I looked at the scale that I was holding onto and considered just letting go. What kind of life could I have when I didn’t age? I would have to hide for the rest of my life and never be able to have kids, grow old, or settle down with a friendly and normal man. So what if I was the Keeper of the Dragon Stone? As far as I can tell, Dragons were malicious creatures. From the moment I met Cyran, I nearly died. Now it seemed as if he was determined to either keep me prisoner or kill me.

We can't have the knights dyung in this one because the empire will be weaken by it so as much as possible, I want to make the casualties as low as possible. I spent hours reading the first book. Turned out that a dragon has a really thuck skin which I already expected except it's fore head. That part shicked me a bit. After all, I thought that the hardest part of a dragon is the forehead since it has more skin there but turned out that this world's dragon doesn't have that much skin of their forehead making it vulnerable in attacks and magic

There was a tone in his voice which told me he spoke from personal experience and regarded the dragons as lost kin. “I’m sorry,” I apologised, regarding him with puzzlement. What manner of brethren was he? I wondered again. Some connection to the dragons, to be sharing a cave with one and to be so personally affected by their losses. In the stories, however, the dragons were always solitary. It was hard enough to imagine one with a wife and the many children that he spoke of, let alone with a mysteriously beautiful, golden-haired, book obsessed companion. “When you have finished, sweep the cave floor. There is a broom in the kitchen,” he returned to his book, ending our conversation.

I decided not to examine it too closely and focused instead on breakfast, which was the most immediately useful thing available to me, and on the question of what exactly I was going to do with the day now that Caell had been replaced by a new escort soldier named Bren who had approximately two facial expressions compared to Caell's four and deployed them with even greater economy. Bren took me on the usual morning walk. Left turns only. I noted every one and said nothing. When we returned to the east wing sitting room I settled into one of the chairs by the bookshelves with a volume I had pulled the day before — a history of the Dragon Realm written in the common tongue, old enough that the

King Theron's voice was thick with disbelief. A Royal Gold Dragon. The heaven-anointed ruler. "Why?" Drakon's voice cracked. "Why can a whore like you give birth to a golden dragon? Why!" His eyes narrowed. He let out a roar that shook the sky and launched himself toward my child. "My baby!" I cried out and flew upward. A dragon's cry answered from beside me. Lysander shifted into his golden form and rose with me to face Drakon. Drakon coiled his massive dragon body. Golden light gathered around him. His crushing spiritual pressure silenced the entire hall.

It was whether the rest of the world would be ready when it did. The thought of Emberhold lingered at the back of my mind more often than I liked. My brother would have heard the rumors by now—hearing was his specialty. Dragons spoke, even when they believed they were whispering. Two mating ceremonies with human women, a third likely pairing, and an open request for volunteers instead of acquisitions? That kind of change didn’t stay contained. If I didn’t speak to him first, others would frame the narrative for me. That night, after the city settled and the courtyards emptied, I retreated to my private solar and reached out through the old channels—stone etched with runes older than Ashcliff

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”