The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

Tragically. Centuries of low birth rates had pushed them into desperation. Infertility plagued their kind, and so they’d begun to mix—first cautiously, then openly—with humans. It was survival, not surrender. But the price was steep. Few true-blooded dragons remained. Those who came from mixed lines were weaker. Some could barely shift. Some never shifted at all. Many bore golden eyes but lacked wings or flame. Some had fire resistance, strength, or speed—but not all three. Others could conjure fire from their hands but couldn’t defend themselves in a real battle. Then there were the dormant ones—no glow, no flame, no speed. Just a touch of resistance to heat. Human in every other way.

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.

My parents stand nearby speaking quietly with Elarion, the three of them discussing the last details of the rebuilding efforts even here at a funeral. Kings never truly stop working. When I step into the clearing, Aurelion’s gaze finds mine immediately. He nods once. Everything ready? I nod back. Yes. At the far end of the clearing, the pyres wait. There are many. Too many. But one stands apart from the others. Jakob’s. The largest. The highest. Built from carefully stacked cedar and ironwood, with his armor and weapons laid across the top. His dragon crest rests near the center.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

Only a few would stay, let alone inject half of their power into the fangs before they died. Therefore, the value of the tooth of Zephyr Khan was even more difficult to estimate. "With so many Dragonesque Elephants remains, it's very likely that the Dragon's Marrow will be born!" There was an expectant tone in Bentley Sun's tone. The Dragon's Marrow was even more precious than the Dragonesque Elephant's Marrow. The Dragonesque Elephant was the descendant of a dragon and a divine elephant. It not only inherited the powerful bloodline of the divine elephant, but also the bloodline of a dragon.

I frowned. AIKON The bottle of wine almost slips on my hand. I suddenly became out of focus for the first time. I looked up and saw the person responsible for it. “Black Dragon.” I shivered upon thinking of his name. I can’t believe he was him. The famous Black Dragon. The invincible. No mission failed. I sighed and was shocked when the bottle slips on my hand. Then someone catches it and spoke. “Hyung, is there something wrong?” it was the twin that substituted me a while ago.

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."

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.