Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

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.

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.

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.

“The same three days you got back, Kara. That can’t be a coincidence.” I stared at him, the words settling into me slow and cold, reshaping everything I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the shape of the borrowed time I’d been given, about whether this had ever truly been mine to begin with.

Once the event ends, Thaddeus approaches us with a smug, sickening smile. “What do you think, Luna? Magnificent, isn’t he?” he asks, stroking his beard. I clench my fists beneath my robe, holding back the anger boiling inside me. “Where did that dragon come from, Master Thaddeus? He seem different from the others.” Thaddeus chuckles. “Ah, he’s the pride of Cinderbloom. Born right here in the city five years ago. We found him in the ruins of an ancient temple.”

“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

Mostly in fear that this dream would vanish and I wouldn’t get the answers that I want. “Our brother, Adron, runs…created the underworld. He has fully gone under and lives there now. It is a completely different plane and unfortunately, we don’t have access to it. Adron has created all the evil creatures that you have learned about, dragons and what not, but he has also created a creature called vamolves. When a vampire or wolf is on the brink of death, he will show up and put a poison in their body. This poison makes them have the abilities of both wolf and vampire.” Althea said looking sad.

We don't hit the ground because I toss her high into the air and shift mid-jump with plenty of time to catch her in my talons and fly to the closest vortex that will take us to my realm. My dragon is almost identical to my father's. We are the Red Clan and the mightiest of warriors. My uncles Laryn, Sarn, and Tahr are blue, purple, and silver respectively. It's not that red dragons are better than the other breeds but we are smarter, or at least my father and I think so. My uncles are not really my uncles by blood but after what they and my parents went through with the dragon curse that's now lifted, we're as close as any blood family. They'll be happy to see me settled with my own mate, an

“The only way to stop the dragon is to kill its human form. Dragons don't die, Vic, they transform into another entity, but if one of the images is destroyed, the dragon can be captured. Yes... I think that's exactly what happened. He killed him. Now it's a dead dragon. And this confirms that it is the dead that the delonchi raise. - For what? - They know that the dragon is waking up, the one who captured him is gone, he will soon be free. The undead dragon will primarily react to the undead. The dead are bait, the more of them, the greater the chance that they will attract and slow down the dragon. They are also raised magically, and while the dragon will devour their energy, the delonchi w

The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.” “Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?” The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.” She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?” “Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”