Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

This was quite convenient since it removed any inclination to stab the new king in the back. By evening, the necromancer was pretty tired, yet this didn’t change his complete military preparedness. Yet there was one more problem: Biellendevir. The bone dragon required magic. He belonged to the old race of Illisharins. The dragons who were the keepers of the Dark and the creators of the worlds. Those who bore the dark gods on their backs. To raise such a creature meant to bind him to yourself with links constantly sucking out energy. Reive used Angelina’s blood; he’d made her the mistress of the undead, but he couldn’t bind the dragon to her. Otherwise, eventually, Biellendevir would suck her

Ordinary thieves and assassins would not dress like this, of course, but the young lady likes to do what she can. The first-level spell 'Arachnid Walk' allows her to climb buildings like Spiderman, and the second-level spell 'Invisibility' allows her to sneak into the castle at night without being noticed. The second level spell 'Lightness' not only allows her to walk quickly without making a sound, but also allows her to easily turn off the 'Magic Alarm' and sneak into the residential area of the castle. Don't underestimate her just because she's a girl. A normal adult dragonborn is already as strong, fast and fit as a third-level warrior, and she's even stronger. And with her magic, she co

A large claw held on to the edges of the crevice and soon, a huge dragon flew out of the pit. *ROAR* With a roar that was filled with the majesty of a creature that was beyond the understanding of men, the large dragon revealed itself. The dragon was several hundreds of meters tall and was as large as a city wall. It had four large wings that gathered wind with every beat and claws that were as chilling as the cold waters of Cocytus. Its scales were as red as the crimson of blood. However its eyes were dull and lifeless. For it was a beast that had died long ago and had been restored by Komfo Anokye’s power. It was dead yet living. It was alive yet dead. It was an Undead Fire Dragon and one

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"Our family isn't just a high-society business empire? We're the founders of a global syndicate?! And Grandfather was the leader of it all?!" My head spun, the weight of the revelation crashing over me like a tidal wave. How on earth did I know nothing about this in my past life? If I had known the true extent of my family's legacy back then, maybe I wouldn't have been so terrified of facing those traitors. Regret wouldn't change the past, but the battlefield was entirely different now. The enemies I was facing in this life were far more dangerous than I had ever imagined. A gentle touch on my shoulder pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked up to see Drake standing close beside me.

"Our elders were too afraid to follow. They stayed here and, as you can see, we have come to ruin. Some of us are taken as thralls while the rest live like beggars in caves, hiding from Magnus' men." Brandur leaned against the longhouse and turned over what the man was saying in his mind. He remembered there was a group of rebels who had refused to follow his brother through the Yggdrasil, not believing in Kelda's ability to move them through time. These younger men must be the descendants of those rebels. "What are the names of these elders?" Brand asked, testing his theory.

and then a semitransparent purple screen popped into existence in front of him with a message. [Welcome Samuel Leon, I am your system. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your above average strength and defensive capabilities combined with your capacity for cruelty, you have been given the Class of.....Dark Knight, along with the skill, (Dark Charge) and (Aura Control). You've also been given a +5 to Health, Strength and Defensive stats. Information on Class and Skills can be received if you desire. Congratulations on your Rebirth, and remember; Accept your darkness....but do not become it.]

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

He heard the father of the subject of all his dirty fantasies ask. Damon smiled at the older man. “If we're being honest, no.” He said. The Beta forced out a smile that didn't go unnoticed by him. “I was saying we should consider the alliance with the Winterborn pack, it will be quite profitable to the both of us. They have a small population and they are currently without an Alpha now, their Beta is too weak to take up the role.” Alex nodded. “They have many able-bodied young men who are willing to become our warriors, increasing our army and making us safer against whatever is to come.”