Dragons Extinction Novels & Stories

“It spread to the continent a few years ago. Took over like wildfire. The whole thing consists of three parts—well, four, but the last one doesn’t seem very plausible. “The prophecy foretold of three dominating species and their fall from power. The wolves, who would fall into unrest cannibalize one another—kill their brothers and sisters over disputes. Over cheats and lies. Over conspiracies, even. Then the vampires, who would fall into an irreparable famine and go crazy with hunger. Then the dragons, who would face extinction when mates could no longer be found in their lands, and infertility plagues their lineage.

Zander asked. Charon sighed. "There are only a handful of dragons left. They are not the friendliest shifters, but they won't harm you unless they feel threatened by you," Charon explained as he jumped into his vessel. "Another thing is, there hasn't been a new dragon hatched in hundreds of years. Since the last dragon King and Queen died, the mated dragons' eggs have been turned to stone. " "That's so sad," Julia whimpered.

“Dragons were the first to exist on the earth and they once ruled the earth in large numbers at the beginning of time. But something unexpected happened to the world millions of years ago. A large asteroid hit the earth from the heavens wiping out almost every creature and life force on the earth. The few dragons who survived discovered that they could shape-shift into humans and also transform into dragons. “After further investigation, they discovered that the asteroid that crashed into the earth was a large towered dungeon with colossal magical essence. The essence was the magical shockwave that wiped out almost all living creatures including the dragons, reducing it into a small populati

“Gave us a home. We haven’t got packs like you werewolves do. We were scattered, abandoned, afraid… but Queen Mila gave us a pack, a place of our own. She slaughtered our enemies and built our obsidian walls with her fire, and we worship her for it.” I almost retched. Images of a blood-soaked queen filled my mind. The dragons had always been known for their brutality, which was part of why they had gone extinct. There was always infighting, hatred, no real sense of loyalty to their own kind. They didn’t evolve with the times like werewolves did, and they died out because of it. But that had been a long, long time ago. Hundreds of years ago, if not more. “I’ve never heard this story,” I said,

“Comb my hair.” He lay upon the bed on his stomach whilst I worked the comb through his hair. “Mine will be the first generation,” he continued. “Where there will be no pure dragon mating. Those of us who survive are too closely related, or inappropriately aged.” “Inappropriately aged?” “The only dragon females I am not related to,” he sat up and took the comb from me, beginning my hair. “Are too young or too old to bear children. There are less than five hundred dragons in this world. Our species, as it currently exists, will end.”

She waited for a moment, picturing her lover thinking. "Is there anyone around to hear this?" "I'll turn the phone down, but there's no one else nearby." "The geologist, the herpetologist, the areas that Lacroix is digging, and now this? I think . . . I think that was a petrified greater dragon egg." "What?" Banshee said, leaning in and being very intense. "Why would anyone do something like that? There has not been a greater dragon since --" "Since before the pyramids were ever built," the Representative added. "Only lesser dragons survived the Dragon Wars. Well, the lesser dragons and the spirit of Shadow Wing."

he continued, “they live in the mountains behind the school. Not too far for the riders to reach them, but far enough to remind you that they are not pets. They are sovereign.” Someone in the back raised their hand. “But ever since the Battle of the Dragonlords, there are fewer and fewer dragons. If you check the records, only three or four people actually graduate each year…. Why is that” My chest squeezed. I’d read about that battle. The Dragonlords didn't need to be riders to get the dragons to submit to them. After the death of their previous leader, the Dragonlords had turned on each other, fighting for power. The war ended without a victor. But the dragons… they were nearly wiped out.

Everyone had believed that dragons were long extinct, by then; perhaps, even, no more than storybook myths. But the very fact that Perseus stands beside Alcina - that those precious jewels Brandon had acquired for her as a frivolous gift, their prices inflated by such fantastical backstories as dragon eggs, had ended up being real dragon eggs - is damning proof enough, that dragons were never a mere bedtime story. That dragons, contrary to human belief, are not truly extinct. How is one to know, just how many dragons still roam the earth? And how farfetched of an idea is it truly, to entertain the thought that House Albrecht - the House whose thirst for power is one of the most wretched, ter

Sybil said angry. “That he is. Velex got very good at learning to recognize Maidens, especially if they had met their mate. Their energy changes, and demons feed from life energy. Dragons were already a race on the verge of extinction. So those that still had their mates made the choice to take them and flee. The rest stayed and went to sleep. If they were asleep it would keep any unfound maiden’s safe. They would not be realized, it would hide their souls.” Sybil thought it beautifully sad. That the dragons would go to sleep to protect the mates they never met. Thereby allowing them to live and yet never have them.

Bacchus answered. “Why?” I asked again. “WHY?! YOU’RE ASKING WHY?! HE KILLED OUR BROTHERS! HE DESERVES TO DIE!” Pegasus shouted again. Bacchus just look at him and he shut up. I sighed. “Black Dragon just fought back. It was one versus many.” I quietly said. “It wasn’t his fault that your members are no match to him.” “Exactly. That’s why Boss is angry. He killed them all without being shot even once.” Bacchus bitterly answered.