Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

"He's seething with rage and wants immediate payback. He dispatched an elite strike team to take your head and seize the talisman, Aurelia. You need to be ready." "He can't handle being outmaneuvered by the rightful heir," Uncle Elias said, chambering a heavy round into his rifle with a metallic clack. "He sent his top-tier night-breach squad." "Don't worry, kitten," Drake whispered beside me, adjusting his tactical rig. "We're taking them down together." I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes locking onto the live thermal feeds showing enemy mercenaries breaching the outer gate. "Then this is the perfect live test for this heirloom suit," I said, a cold, dangerous smile spreading across my fac

"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.”

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

That statement received an immediate glare from him, rendering me to flinch out of my volition. “That was two thousand years ago. Are you being vengeful because I killed your race?” Not in a bit, because I am not a dragon since birth. And what? You’re a two-thousand-years-old old man? Is the MC of this novel getting into adultery of what? I know he isn’t the end goal, but what in the duck? I heaved a sigh and massaged my temple. “You seem to be forgetting that I am not a genuine dragon from birth-”

"I'm sorry my presence brought danger to your door and I'm sorry you had to find out this way." "Who are you exactly?" Daniel asked while his eyes tracked the fading scales on my arms. "You're not just a wolf like Alex." "I'm half dragon," I admitted. "My mother was a dragon princess and my father was a werewolf, which makes me something that probably shouldn't exist." "And the grave Alex mentioned," Ryan said while pieces clearly clicking together in his mind. "The one he wanted to show you, was that your father?" "Yes," I confirmed while gratitude flooded through me that at least one of Alex's brothers was smart enough to connect dots without requiring lengthy explanations.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

"The High Moon Court kept archives of the old world. The histories are explicitly clear: there were three primal beasts born of the initial lunar fracture. Only three." She paused, her cold blue eyes scanning the gathered family. "The Sun Dragon, whose scales could blind an army. The Storm Dragon, who carried the western monsoons on its wings. And the Shadow Dragon." Seraphina frowned, her hands still faintly shimmering with residual golden light. "The one Nyx rode today?" Selena nodded, her jaw tightening. "The Nidhöggr. The Shadow Dragon. Historically, it was recorded as the most violent, the most fiercely intelligent, and utterly impossible to tame by any magical or physical constraint."