Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

I want to go there and learn to how to fight. I don’t know where Gladys is, I think I might have lost her but since I met her out of the danger range, she should be fine… I saw Ox carts passing through the borders as I was mindlessly walking and ran towards it. It seems the villagers are leaving the village. I managed to board one of the carts so that I might go to my destination aka The Death Hub… This time, I’m coming back to the city as Deirdre… I don’t need anyone to correct my name. I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre.

“Promise me that you will not do it again, Merlin.” “I-I promise, mum.” His power was a curse that almost made his sweet mother into an insane person—he engraved this thought into his young mind. And so he never ventured the world of necromancy—not when his mother died or when his lover’s corpse laid before him. Not until he met a dying creature, a dragon—the last of his kind. For the first time, he wanted it to live and so used his power that was dormant for hundreds of years, but failed. Apparently, dragons were creatures that were beyond the realms of the ambivalent beings since they dwelled in the darkness of the Nether World, also known as the Malevolent World.

Sylara stood calmly in the center of the glass lake, disappointed. “So close,” she said. “But you’ll never reach it.” --- Then the final guardian rose. A dragon of flame and crystal, bound to the Vein itself, climbed from beneath the lake. Its body shimmered like broken mirrors and lava, wings stretching across the sky, eyes like forges. Aria stared in awe. “The first Flameborn.” Lena whispered, “It’s not alive. It’s memory… made flesh.” The dragon roared—and time fractured again, freezing clouds mid-sky and trees in half-motion.

He was the deepest thinker of all, so it is natural that he never misses a point. “You are right, Dad C. The first type of dragons who produce their own power are known as ‘Imperial Dragons’. They mostly use their spirit animal’s energy which is the hardest to harness,” I answered patiently but was interrupted by Dad Valen. “Xador ?! Is he one of them ?” he asked.

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

My name is Vivienne Ashwood, and I am the only pure-blooded white wolf in the entire Beast Realm. According to legend, a white wolf can bear the greatest beastkin warrior of all, the White Wolf King, a child powerful enough to lead the entire realm into a new age. Because of that, the Beast King had issued an ironclad decree on the day of my birth: whoever I chose as my husband would be the next Beast King. In my previous life, I chose Kael Drayne, the Beast King's eldest son, full-blooded dragon, the crown jewel of the realm.

Panic wedged underneath his breastbone and nothing except eliminating the enemy would dislodge it. “You know nothing, Tryn. Take your minions…your foot soldiers who have plagued our land and be gone before I rip you to shreds.” The Tryn bellowed a laugh that rang through the valley. “This is why we haven't crushed your planet. Spunk. Humans have it too. But until recently, we didn't know their worth in bringing our species into a new age. Procreation and gaining dragon abilities of fight and shifting. We’ll be unstoppable.”

That meant that even after recovering, those infected with Evergrow and turned into undead beasts still carried significant risks. The thought made Chad shiver as he foresaw an impending apocalypse. Imperious said, "An undead beast with horns is like a demonic ancestor. That's extremely rare!" Bang! In his Immortal Unity state, Chad threw a powerful punch at the undead beast's head, smashing it into the ground. "If it's so rare, it's too much of a waste just to restore him," Imperious said. Chad glared at the weasel. "Such an undead beast is a menace. What's the point of keeping it?"

Lia stares at me curiously. “Undead is an immortal creature made through dark magic. It’s almost invincible and its strength matches mine. I would even dare to say it’s more powerful. The limits of an Undead’s power are unknown to be honest. There are also so-called Deads, who were created through Undead’s blood. That ensured they’ll be absolutely obedient and loyal to an Undead. It’s in their DNA to obey them.” I tell Lia, watching closely for her reaction. She seems a bit taken aback by this, but apart from that she’s still alarmingly calm.