Undead Dragonborn Novels & Stories

If hot bloodsuckers were going to throw parties where they poison their wine just for fun, they’d be from Nocti-fucking-Shade. “They probably have secret orgies and debate philosophy over corpses.” I wasn’t not intrigued. House DRACOVANTH Crest: A flaming dragon skull crowned in gold, surrounded by shattered chains Quote: “Born in fire. Bound to no one.” Accepts: Dragon blooded, wild mages, chaosborn, summoners Traits: Passion, rebellion, raw power, explosive magic Vibe: Elemental freaks and freedom-loving revolutionaries Known for: Warlocks, elementalists, weaponized royalty, fire slinging chaos gods

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

“Yeah, in the magic realm. Roro found an undead’s tool and that’s how I was able to meet him for a few years before it expired.” “Why didn’t he use the Dryad?” “Because our forest didn’t have one.” “Really? Then how did your dad go there?” “I don’t know, I thought about it too. That’s definitely strange.” “Can fae use the undead tool?” “It’s actually specifically made for the undead and if a fae uses it they have to have very strong resistance to the dark magic. I guess Roro had it. The lizard clan is on the lowest hierarchy of light after all.”

- I am not a vampire expert, but they are usually red, aren't they? - You are, in fact, an expert. - He laughed at her. - The color of my eyes shows that I am a pureblood, not a royal. - A pureblood? - She asked, confused. That meant nothing to her. - And I thought you were, in fact, an expert. What a disappointment. - Greg let out another laugh. - It means I was born a vampire. My parents are vampires. The ones you are thinking about were turned. We have not much in common. And there is one more thing that proves my identity. - He paused for a while, giving her time to solve the riddle.

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,

“The Undead are Dragons?” “The intelligent ones are,” Vanalise nods. “They can retain their sanity and intelligence. The ones who cannot do so, are not Dragons but are humans turned into Undead. The leader of the Undead is an ancient Dragon named Ilyich. He was once the leader of all Dragons but now, no one knows what happened to him.”

Vampires were a race of supernatural Undead, the strongest of them all, they possessed endless lifespan and insane regeneration abilities, amazing talent with magic, superhuman strength, powerful magic eyes, and many other powers. Dragons were a race of ancient beings who were cataloged as monsters by some but seen as living Gods by others. Much like Vampires, they had no lifespan and grew slowly, the older a dragon was, the more power they could hold. Their bodies were enormous, covered by impenetrable scales that were immune to most magic, they held strong claws, jaws, and a deadly breath, amongst their many powers. And this Skeleton said that he was the creation between these two ancient

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Should that happen, the Stone will lose its faith in Dragons. The Stone is known to have a Soul of its own. It is pure and of true heart, which means that its host must be as well. Potential hosts are raised to be loved and cared for. Each is born with a Stone inside them, but only after being chosen does the Soul of the Stone appear. Apparently, no one knows who the next host could be and there are about a hundred potentials. After the Soul of the Stone moves on, will the Stone be activated and allow the Dragon King to find them. The only thing I didn’t understand was why I was reborn.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.