The Dragonborn Comes Novels & Stories

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

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

she chuckled. “Your highness, shall we go?” Boulvar asked Xander. “Let’s wait for Dorin so we can all go back to the dorms together,” he replied, watched Dorin and Pan Phineas at the end of the room. “In the mean time, Johan, can you introduce me to Lord Ombra? Can you tell me where he came from?” “Oh, he’s that adult dragon I told you about,” Johan answered. “A-a real... you mean... a true, honest to goodness, grown up dragon just like Dagon?!” he asked excitedly.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

As I rounded a corner, I found myself in a vast chamber, its ceiling disappearing into the darkness above. And there, in the center of the room, stood two massive figures. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before – towering beings with scales that shimmered in the dim light. Dragons. Firewall and Borreload, the legends whispered. Firewall, the larger of the two, fixed his fiery gaze upon me. His eyes burned like embers, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Borreload, his smaller counterpart, let out a low growl, his teeth glinting in the darkness.

And the child came in a blaze of gold and blood, too large, too sharp, born of pain and magic and unrelenting will. And for a moment, the world stilled. Then a cry. Sharp. Wild. Alive. The healers scrambled forward, wrapping the child in a cloth of fire-silk, enchanted to cool the dragonborn skin. The babe was large—larger than any newborn should be. Scales ran down the spine in a delicate ridge, talons curled in fists, wings still slick and pressed to its back. A mix of mortal softness and dragon ferocity, whole and unmistakably alive.

The crowd was getting restless upon finding out, but their silence soon returned when Guinevere spoke through the microphone that was a crystal ball on a blue stick. "Ahem, greetings to my people and to everyone else in the world who is watching this. I know that this is a very sudden event that would normally take weeks to prepare for. However, we have made a desperate decision that this must take place as soon as possible. As we have announced, on this day, there is a new Dragon Emperor born. He is a descendant of the first Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Draco Blair, and also the grandson of the fourth Dragon Emperor of Destruction, Raisya Blair." Guinevere said.

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.

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.