Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.

Sounded about right. Darren’s hand tightened on my waist, the bones of his fingers digging in just enough to let me know that he was two seconds from going full beast mode. My overprotective mate was not happy. He looked at Thorin, then at Lyra, and then at me, his expression equal parts “over my dead body” and “what fresh hell is this.” “Not until she’s thirty,” Darren said, voice gruff. Gunnar straightened, amusement flickering across his face. “The dragon tradition is sixteen. But we’re flexible.”

She was not as powerful as her true dragon form nor did she possess all the magical abilities of her human form, but she did possess the best of both. Stats and physical capabilities of a Dragon plus the versatility and anatomy of a humanoid. The reason why she had opted for this form was mainly because of the enemy that stood before her. A ghostly being wrapped in a black robe, his skeleton face and hands betrayed him as an undead. "A spectrum" Ingrid discerned immediately. The Spectrum is an evil undead who hate sunlight and the living. Most are reminiscent of murdered or evil humans, who are prevented by anger from transcending to the afterlife. Like ghosts, spectrum haunts the places of

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.

The name sounds familiar. “I think you met her. She’s Avani’s mate. All elves have the earth element, but she and her brother, King Yhendorn, are amazing with their element, even having some air, fire, and water that they draw from the earth. King Yhendorn is mated to Tana’s daughter, Kenna. She got the fire dragon gene.” “You said you could shift into two creatures?” I ask her, remembering the horrible shifts I’d seen with the Mean Ones and wondering if that’s what she means.

asked Lana again. "I don't have time for this," June replied again as she was about to walk away. “Drake will live forever, until someone kills him. Drake was an immortal being, he was no ordinary dragon. That's why he's called the Dragon King,” said Lana. Those words made June stop.