Dragon Core Chronicles

Carl was a regular construction foreman. Not the worst, not the best, and definitely not the thinnest. Even so, he didn't deserve that heart attack! He really didn't deserve being reborn into a dog-eat-dog world as a dragon. To be fair, it’s nice to be at the top of the food chain. Now Carl just needs to learn how magic works, which monsters are safe to eat, and why his hoard is so important to him. Dealing with change is hard enough, but he has enemy dragons incoming, hostile environments, and foes constantly trying to get bragging rights by taking down a dragon.

Through clever usage of construction techniques as well as ham-fisted applications of force, Carl survived being reborn as a shadow dragon inside the Scoured Mountain. The future is looking bright for him and his band of trash-tier minions, and they’ll have ample time to decide exactly which kind of society they want to build in this violence-filled world. There’s just one tiny problem. Only one dragon gets to be in charge, and every single other dragon from his clutch survived as well. 

Carl and his bottom-scraper minions were a success story from any perspective. Against all odds, they managed to defeat all of Carl's dragon siblings and kill the filthy Soul Carver. Now, all that is left for him to do is take up the comfy place as the rightful ruler of the Scoured Mountain. With that out of the way, Selys the dragon matriarch can retire and go do whatever she feels like. Small issue: "Whatever Selys feels like" turns out to be world domination.

Selys, the Burning End, Overlord of the Scoured Mountain, is dead. Onyx and his faithful minions are safely seated in her old fortress, already working to change the mountain for the better. Sadly, not everyone is happy with the ridiculous "modern" changes they are attempting to implement.

Carl and his armies of non-humans barely managed to fend off the human army attacking the Scoured Mountain last time. That’s how it’s supposed to go, according to the stories. It’s supposed to be Man-o-a-dragon-o. Only…the Nefren Empire never got that memo. Now the bloody two-legged smooth skins are back, with reinforcements.