Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

Where do I even start? "I'm not just a werewolf," I begin. "I'm Dragonborn. Hybrid of dragon and wolf, born in an age when dragons ruled the skies and magic flowed like water. That was 1,200 years ago, before humans even knew our kind existed." "Impossible," Neon says. "Nothing lives that long." "Dragons do. And those bonded to them." I pat Silverclaw's scales affectionately. "When a dragon chooses a mate, their bond extends life far beyond normal limits. Silverclaw chose me when I was barely twenty. I've been alive ever since."

“The army whom we thought of as a myth were on the battlefield, killing anyone in their way.” The Undead are Dragons who were cursed by the Moon Goddess for rebelling against her. Together with the other gods, they had tried to kill her and her mate but the Moon Goddess trapped all of them in a mountain called Veneer. Since then, the Gods have been dormant while the Dragons became Undead. They are skeleton-like being which cannot be killed unless a witch buries them. The Undead were thought to be mere tales until Phillippe saw them with his own eyes during the Battle of Ezealyra. If it was not for Emperor Alexei and his witch mate, they would have all been dead.

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.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

“Alright!” During the conversation, a deafening sound came from the spell formation. Beams of golden lights and holy marks rose. The Mighty Sky Dragon appeared again. The Undying Clan had bumped into the spell formation. However, this time, the spell formation’s power was not as powerful as before without Alex’s main support. In addition, Alex called this race the Undying Iron Bulls. Not only were they invulnerable to normal attacks, but even if they were killed, they could revive infinite times as long as their hearts were still alive.

Edwin was like me. A dragon. But unlike me, his dragon had shifted at the right time. Six- the normal age for the first shift. His dragon Orion, was different from other dragons, he was one of the rare species. Unable to breathe fire as most do was one of his biggest weaknesses, however, as one of the rare species of Dragons, a Liche Dragon, he could raise up a whole army of the dead. something not even i could do. This special power of his was why he and I bonded.

Since he knew that Caspian wanted to follow him, he just needed to follow him. Zhang Cuitian and Pan Bingwen naturally had no objection to Caspian going to the Undead Heaven. They were followers of Caspian, so how could they make decisions for him. Roar! Roar! Roar! However, when Caspian and the others went over, countless dragon bones rushed over. These revived dragon bones, dragon corpses, and other things had terrifying combat strength, but they didn't have any intelligence. They were simply an undying army!

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."