The Dragonborn Comes Novels & Stories

If the dragon doesn’t choose you, and you try to force them into a bond, they’ll kill you. If we weren’t talking about fledgling dragons, it wouldn’t be a problem. But young dragons can’t fly right away. They need to strengthen their wings, and they eat constantly so they can support their speedy growth. Even Bynjym, who is five and a fully mature dragon, still eats a lot. Fledglings require care that a human who isn’t bonded to a dragon would know nothing about.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

James roared. “I’m not.” Thomas explained, “Whether or not you believe me, I never misled you. I don't want you to get involved either. However, you already have the Dragonslayer. It was created specifically to slay a dragon. You'll have a much better chance of succeeding if you use it to slay the dragon.” “I’ll go.” James exhaled a deep breath. “Whatever you're planning, I'm going to kill this dragon. I'm not trying to help you; I'm just trying to save Thea.”

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

“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.”

Once the event ends, Thaddeus approaches us with a smug, sickening smile. “What do you think, Luna? Magnificent, isn’t he?” he asks, stroking his beard. I clench my fists beneath my robe, holding back the anger boiling inside me. “Where did that dragon come from, Master Thaddeus? He seem different from the others.” Thaddeus chuckles. “Ah, he’s the pride of Cinderbloom. Born right here in the city five years ago. We found him in the ruins of an ancient temple.”

I said, careful with my words. "Who is real?" Eren asked. She was still confused. "The beast," I said. I made my voice sound happy and surprised. "My dragon. She is talking to me. In my head." Eren's mouth fell open. "The dragon? She is awake? You mean like your actual dragon is awake? After all this time?" I nodded. I forced a big smile. "Yes. Her name is Veylara. She says my anger woke her up."

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.

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.

His cries brought another set of roars from just beyond the trees. Wind swirled around the trio and baby dragon as hundreds of massive, bat-like wings beat at the air from above them. A host of grown dragons quickly surrounded them headed by an emerald green behemoth. Aurora knew him and the stunning crimson dragon next to him. They blocked the trio from entering into Dew Mountain, which meant they had no exit. Aurora curtsied. "King Ejder and Queen Deragona, how unexpected to see you again so soon." Edjer growled. His belly was lit but not brightly. It seemed he was the source of the powerful flame a few moments before, which meant she had time before he could turn her into a charred crisp.