The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

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.

His pupils grew round and full, like a bird of prey watching a mouse. What was Spencer? What had I gotten myself into? I should have just stayed home and confronted Nolan and my sister. If I had it would suck, but I wouldn’t be about to be possibly murdered by someone who might not be human. A rumbling growl came from deep in Spencer’s chest and he leaned back slightly on his barstool. Watching me with those eerie looking eyes. “I’m a dragon.” The words were raspy and didn’t sound human. It was almost a growl, but not quiet, something animalistic. A warning.

She questioned me with confused face and I turned my head up to stare deep in her eyes. “Every Dragon person has their own Dragon sprit which is our original Dragon form that we change into…. King Jamerian Borg he was a ghost who was living in mortal body of King Erlenduris because of which he was able to see my true form when we visited him in conference hall” I explained her

Hello, everyone! This is XSkylar19. It has been a very interesting ride for me while writing Bane of the Dragons because (fun fact) this was my very first dragon genre. I know some of you probably disliked how everything turned out or how fastpaced everything happened but know that this was intentional as I couldn't drag the story on. Anyway, while this book becomes the first book for dragon genre, it certainly wasn't my first book in the fantasy genre.

Vaelora said. “Yes. So this is how it works. Not all, but many DragonBorns are born with a dragon egg. This egg hatches over the years into a dragon, which becomes their flamebound. More like a life partner." "Okay." Vaelora nodded attentively. "Every Dragonborn Sovereign king is special. Each king is born with a Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon is different from every other dragon. It can also be called 'the royal dragon'." "So, it is more like the king over the other dragons?" Vaelora asked.

Should that happen, the Stone will lose its faith in Dragons. The Stone is known to have a Soul of its own. It is pure and of true heart, which means that its host must be as well. Potential hosts are raised to be loved and cared for. Each is born with a Stone inside them, but only after being chosen does the Soul of the Stone appear. Apparently, no one knows who the next host could be and there are about a hundred potentials. After the Soul of the Stone moves on, will the Stone be activated and allow the Dragon King to find them. The only thing I didn’t understand was why I was reborn.

When he wanted to, he could look like a purely murderous creature. His dragon was equally as impressive. He was still small, considering he was only seventeen, but he was a deep ruby red dragon. Garren confirmed that he was a fire dragon, and with time he would be able to emit enough heat to melt gold with just a touch of his fingers. He could already make small flames form in his palms.

A deep, ancient growl echoed from the void. Selene and Nyra froze, swords lowered. Selene’s eyes narrowed. “No… this can’t be.” Nyra steadied her breath. “The prophecy... ” she whispered; “Mother of Ruin… Daughter of Flame… The sky cracks…” From the breach descended something beyond magic, an ancient presence, older than gods. A colossal form, coalescing from storm clouds: a dragon wrought of lightning and shadow, wings spanning the horizon. Its eyes glowed molten white; its roar shook the very foundations.