The Dragonborn Comes Novels & Stories

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.

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.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

He mindlinked me, saying, "The Alpha has asked me to protect you." "No. We protect each other," I replied, fighting the trolls with all my might. A sudden tremor rippled through the ground, and a deafening roar filled the air. From the depths of the earth, a colossal figure emerged, its form wreathed in shimmering scales and molten fire. A dragon, larger and more majestic than any we had ever seen, soared into the night sky, its eyes blazing with an otherworldly light. To our astonishment, the dragon spoke with a voice that resonated through the clearing like thunder. "Ryder, Alpha king," it boomed. "I come as a friend, not a foe. I am here to aid you in this dire hour."

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo

Kiri said, her eyes flying wide, spinning her head to face Smarluuten, “You have a fully grown pogona?” “I do,” Smarluuten nodded, his smile widening as a five-foot tall, spikey form of a lizard came to a stop, its large head outstretched toward the drakken, the beast’s chest was puffing in and out loudly from the effort. “Now it will become the high blood’s pet and mount,” he added, scratching the beast on the soft fleshy part under its chin, as he did the lizard let out a soft clicking sound in response.

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,

​He stepped in close and leaned forward, his red eyes glowing with a deadly serious intensity as he locked his gaze onto his son's face. ​"Draevon is a dragon. He is the only living dragon left in all the kingdoms. The way we know this for sure is because of what happened back then. He completely erased the entire Shadowmere Dominion kingdom when they offended him." ​"A dragon?" Darius repeated. The word hit him like a physical blow, finally knocking a bit of the arrogance right out of his chest. His eyes went wide again as the horror set in.

​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with the primordial blood in the water. The energy rushed into the empty space in my chest, swirling violently before condensing, hardening, and igniting. A brand-new, indestructible source of power flared to life within my frame—the very first core of dragon flame.