Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

​Following the instinct awakened by the ancient dragon, I drew in a massive breath of the scorching abyssal air mixed with the primordial blood in the water. The energy rushed into the empty space in my chest, swirling violently before condensing, hardening, and igniting. A brand-new, indestructible source of power flared to life within my frame—the very first core of dragon flame.

As for the undead, they were divided into three stages: Deathness, Deathless, and Deathlessness. Deathness was the stage of recently converted undead, Deathless was the stage where ones who eventually evolved after consuming living souls or roamed long enough to absorb a vile amount of rotting energy to evolve, and finally was Deathlessness which was gotten by undead who had lived for millenniums while consuming souls. Only people with abilities as high as the kings or crazy dark horses like Genad could defeat such monsters which was why they were confident enough to be here in the first place. Such high-leveled undead were barely seen due to frequent taming from time to time by the Deadman

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 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.”

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.

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.

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.