The Dragonborn Comes Novels & Stories

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

said Bowen. "DRAGON???" exclaimed the Dwarves almost in unison. They stopped their footsteps and stared at Bowen wide-eyed in surprise. “Dra-Dragon? Did my ear hear correctly? Dragon?" asked Benji incredulously. "Yes, Dragon." "But humans destroyed dragons in slaughter hundreds of years ago," exclaimed Benji in disbelief. “The chosen one has risen. He's the last dragon prince alive. Take a look! My armor is made of dragon scales,” said Bowen while beating the armor he was wearing.

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

He was a beloved prince stolen from his home and parents. A silver dragonborn stepped forward, “I am Falx. I am not a god or demigod, though I am of the lineage of Bahamut. This is my humanoid form. I have been the main protector of this body while it has been maltreated.” Sad eyes met my determined ones. I then looked around at the others. The wolf stepped forward and I stepped back with a knowing smile, “Lucius, it is a pleasure to see you. I never knew you would ever take a vassal.”

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.

Once in a while, his lower jaw; one equipped with hardened armor that shields his lower jaw to his broad neck, hung loose, and he breathed out a hot breath, as seen by the smoke going out from it. Wait, is he a dragon? How can he breathe like that? “That’s some amazing smoke coming from his mouth.” I commented, trying to get something out from the spectating Clairmont. Clairmont withdrew from the cliffside to a more stable ground and sat down on the ground with his back straight and crossed his legs like how and Arabic people used to sit down. I am pretty convinced that the author used Arabian people as a reference for him. “He has a little dragon blood in him, though it’s impure. Most BOSS

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

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.