The Dragonborn Novels & Stories

“Maybe that really is my destiny.” Before anyone could respond, the ground at the edge of the valley shook violently. From the north, a massive surge of energy shot forward, cold and sharp like iron. Black smoke formed a vortex, and from within it emerged a tall figure with a body half human, half dragon. His skin was covered in black scales, and his eyes gleamed with deep violet light. Lucen Dorne. He walked casually through the air, each step sending ripples of energy like shards of glass. “You’re too late, Rayden,” he said in a hoarse but deep voice. “The true Saint Dragon has been born and is waiting for you in the Seventh Heaven.”

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

He is the vice president of the Black group. "The final presentation is on my laptop. Get my laptop ready," Kael instructed his assistant, Lena Steward. She is in her early twenties. She is a low-level dragon with limited powers. Dragons are three types: black, orange, and green. Alpha Dragons are black, while mid- to average-level Dragons are orange. Dragons without a beast are green. They have heightened senses, but cannot shift. "Yes, boss," Lena replied. She pulled his laptop from the laptop bag while she entered the private elevator with Kael and Michael. The moment she removed the laptop, water started dripping down from the laptop.

I asked. “No. We were either born as these things or became them later. Drayce became the Pendragon in September. You remember that crazy storm? It was his king’s sign. He was reborn as a full dragon and is their king now. I’m the king of the wolves, have been since birth. Those are our formal titles among our people.” Ford answered solemnly. “I see. Is that the reason he doesn’t look human? Everyone wondered.” I tilted my head and smiled.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

The one that held me, who’ve I’ve dubbed the village, ‘idiot’, shrugged his shoulders. “THE black dragon, the dragon,” he drawled, “with the disfigured face, the jealous brother of Alpha Adam of the Toboki Tribe, the undefeated fighter of the underground shifter ring. His temper is ferocious, kills everything in sight and gives no mercy who dare try to challenge him. He’s wiped out thousands of rogues with a single blow of his breath.” The leader took a breath. “He is said to be so heartless he left his own tribe to burn to the ground, sitting off somewhere hearing the screams of his parents’ die in the fight to defend their tribes’ homes.” The grip I had on my neck loosened, my eyes wide wi

To me he was magnificent and a perfect fit and I stepped through the fire having given Chase his moment of glory as first born. “Turn around,” Elder Michael said and I complied. “This is unheard of!” Elder Victor said with shock in his voice. I turned to face them again and I saw that same pride in Lucas’s eyes. I felt indestructible and I knew that Abeloth was also a warrior dragon. He was fierce and gave me the impression that he wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. “I am Abeloth,” he said as he took control and my eyes glowed yellow. “This can’t be right,” Elder Cliff said and they all looked at each other. Abeloth separated from me and roared in a low voice as he glared at them.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Wynter said out loud. “He doesn’t know how to come out,” Wynter said. “Come forth child of mine,” Abeloth said. Wynter arched his back slightly as the little dragon separated from him and stumbled over his own legs and fell down on the grass. “You’re so silly,” Wynter said. “He’s beautiful Abeloth,” I said. “This is Echo,” Abeloth said and the dragon stood up straight with his head in the air. He was the same height Wynter was and he looked almost black.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's