The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

Draven. Even his name sounds mysterious. There is nothing on him that gives me a hint of what creature he is but I know whatever it is has to be magnificent. The color of his hair only, which is almost silver, is something rare and unnatural. “What is he?” My voice was too soft. “He’s a weredragon.” Wait what? A dragon? I'm actually looking at a living dragon? I have only heard of them in folktales. “An actual dragon?” “Rare, but yes.” Lucien turns slightly to watch my face. “You really don’t know much about the supernatural world, do you?”

I handed her my phone, and she took it in her hands and placed it in her cross-body freckled bag that suited her look perfectly. "Don't be scared, Love... I might look rough, but my dragon adores you," I said, cupping her cheek, and taking a step back, shifting into my magnificent beast. Yes, I was an earth dragon, but unlike my brothers, I was also a gifted dragon, just like Adam. Adam was the Emerald dragon, while I, Urien Dragnoir, had the Onyx dragon. A pure black beast. Elisa gasped and then ran her hand over my snout, and my dragon melted into her, and then huffed, lowering his head.

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

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.

Dragons are powerful and magical flying reptile monsters but even they fight in broods, they can't outnumber the human species because of the unlimited power unleashed by the said Heart of Magic. Almost millions of dragons during the war died under the supervision of King Tharks of the Oregon Kingdom until only one baby dragon got survived. He was kept under the unmatched eggs made of a silver medal. He was the last prince of the Dragonese Kingdom, Danym. His parents take him into the wilderness and were buried under the muddy ground until he came out by himself after he heard the chirping of birds in the sky. He roamed his eyes around him and it was like he was lost in the middle of nowhere

asked Lana again. "I don't have time for this," June replied again as she was about to walk away. “Drake will live forever, until someone kills him. Drake was an immortal being, he was no ordinary dragon. That's why he's called the Dragon King,” said Lana. Those words made June stop.

Lucy finished as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a steadying breath. “I am very sorry for your loss.” I said solemnly. “Did his children inherit the magic as well?” I asked still curious. She barked out a short burst of laughter. “No. The dragonborn he saved was female. It held onto that latent gene as it passed on to his children. Though my grandfather was able to wield the magic, my father and uncle could not. As far as we know it was only the females in this bloodline that can touch the latent power.”

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

What was the surprise that couldn’t wait until evening? ***** Palash Mithra (Dada) He was a hard-working boy. At 20 he had already managed to find a job as a car mechanic. It gave him a meagre but steady income. When he had lost his parents 6 years back, he was heartbroken. He did not allow himself to grieve. He had a lovely little sister who had to be taken care of. He came from a family where women were respected and treated as equals. The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power.