The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

"Does the name Anne Wilson ring any bells?" Dominus asked. He was the only one with a dragon from where he had come from, his mother had given it to him alongside her powers. "I'm afraid it doesn't," The dragon replied politely. "Is something troubling you?" The dragon inquired. The dragon slowly transformed into a man in his mid-thirties. "The girl is strange. At first, she saw my other self slaying a bunch of people, and now she noticed the black gene vapor. What is she?"

He asked, not understanding anything. Denee smiled at him and sputtered, "Plans of getting back my throne, of course," "Are you seriously going to use me as a shield to get the ice throne? You're not even from here!" He rasped. Denee's males tried to make an advance at him, but Denee shook her head at them. Turning to Draken, she responded. "I was born here in Bloomington, Lord Draken. Born of the two species with pure blood, what makes

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

Adonis said as he squeezed Atticus' shoulder and the king's face lit up. It wasn't long before Cyrus, Tristan, Brian, and River arrived and everyone was sitting around the table ready to eat. Adonis stood up and held a glass of wine out for a toast. Everyone quickly grabbed their glass and held them out, “Here's to the first dragon born in almost 500 years. Little Mahan is the beginning of the future of dragons. May he grow up healthy and strong! May he know joy and peace! To our prince, Mahan!” Adonis said before everyone clinked their glasses together and took a drink in their prince’s honor.

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.

“With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.” I just sat staring at him. “What about those dreams all those months ago?” “My great grandfather had a gift and I think I inherited it. Yet somehow this gift brought you into it. Somehow you experienced what I was.” “And this bonding dream? Are you saying we are bonded for life?” “Yeah. My dragon recognized you even through the dreams as my mate.” I look over at the TV and saw Draco the dragon. “You look like that only red?” He smiled as he looked at the screen, “I would like to think my dragon is nicer looking.”

“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

Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath. Lyra studied the little dragon. She turned it over twice, held it against her cheek to test the warmth, and then delivered her verdict with the gravity of a high court. “His name is Smoke. He sleeps with me now.” She fixed Thorin with a look. “You can play with us. Come on.” She seized his hand and towed him out of the dining hall, and the crown prince of the dragon kingdom went without one single backward glance, like a soldier who had just received the only orders that mattered.

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.

He chuckled, “You know how kids are.” I pressed my lips together. Kids, they were something that I wanted. I didn’t know how they were besides the flock’s children. It was so rare for a dragon to be able to carry a pregnancy to term. We were lucky, after I’d put a stop to the arranged marriages that the council had ordered. My flock had flourished. Once they’d been able to go out into the world and choose mates for themselves. The gods had blessed us. There were nine children born in the last few years. Three more on the way.