The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.

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.

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.

The X City- The Capital City of Country X. Characters on focus. Ronald Si Long- The strongest dragon and one of a kind in a million years. He is a hybrid of a Blue flame Ice phoenix and an Azure Dragon. He is rebellious and doesn’t want love as he believes love did not even save his mother in the Dragonic World War. He has the ability to sniff even an insect and know its birth parents and the life it has lived with its history back to three generations. But, he couldn’t sniff Anita and he becomes an opponent worthy for his practices.

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.

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.