Skyrim Legend Of The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

Of course, if he didn't want it to sleep at his side he would have told it to not, but because Chaos felt responsible for the creation of this young creature, that unlike the other summoned monsters didn't possess previously earned or artificially injected experience, he had decided to take care of it whenever he could. He wasn't going to suddenly shift his life as that of a father and throw away everything else though, he was still set on his goals, and Erebus here was but a little distractor, one that perhaps might bring a lot of interesting things to the table. Due to its existence as a unique being, a Dungeon Dragon, Chaos might find a way to acquire new soldiers and also resources throu

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

"Thousands of years ago, dragons are but legends in the eyes of men. Rarely do they sight one wheeling their wings in the sky nor transforming into a human-like form; not until one of the dragons landed into the Land of Limitless Desire. He stole the heart of magic and brought it to his realm. Unfortunately for the dragon named Argon, the heart of magic has cost him his heart.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

“Maybe that really is my destiny.” Before anyone could respond, the ground at the edge of the valley shook violently. From the north, a massive surge of energy shot forward, cold and sharp like iron. Black smoke formed a vortex, and from within it emerged a tall figure with a body half human, half dragon. His skin was covered in black scales, and his eyes gleamed with deep violet light. Lucen Dorne. He walked casually through the air, each step sending ripples of energy like shards of glass. “You’re too late, Rayden,” he said in a hoarse but deep voice. “The true Saint Dragon has been born and is waiting for you in the Seventh Heaven.”

--- The Wyrm’s Pass was not a place for the living. It rose from the world like a scar—jagged, black cliffs slick with rain and legend. The old stories said dragons had carved their deaths into the stone, their last breaths freezing the air for eternity. The wind that howled there was older than language. Soren climbed for three endless days, his cloak torn, his body numb from the cold. On the third night, the storm came. It was not a storm of this world. Lightning did not strike—it screamed. The wind clawed at him, carrying voices that whispered from every direction. Some spoke his name; others, Travian’s. He couldn’t tell which hurt more.

He shivered with fear but he said to himself, "I'm a legend I must kill the dragon if I don't who will do it!" He lifted his Lance, spurred his horse into the cave and pulled it to a dead tree. There before him, loomed the dragon. The dragon was ten times taller than him, it's scales were platinum and thought of as tabletops. Magenta flame, tinged with white, licked from its mouth and nostrils. It glared at Robert Mallow with green glowing eyes. "I'm ready," snarled the dragon. Robert Mallow gave another yell and spurred his horse straight at the dragon's, then he rode and went straight on the dragon's belly and struck his lance.