The End Dragon Novels & Stories

At that time, the beast of the end was responsible for taking souls to take revenge on their executioners and their enemies who, in short, would sometimes cause the death of their clients. It was a spiritual and divine dragon that roamed the dimensions, then, it crossed the worlds, taking with it vengeful souls, that roamed other worlds, the decision was between the Shizuko’s that were only as guides of the passages of the infernal realms, in each one of the levels, they were the ones who welcomed the others, after Zariel left them, the aka end dragon.

“Every story has a truth. We are the followers of the Dragon and we believe that he will return one day with his mate to release the world from the clutches of the treacherous Gods!” Anna silently hears the man’s sermons. Dragon of the Wind…the fabled Dragon who sided with the Moon Goddess and her mate in the war against the Gods and Dragons. He is the most powerful Dragon and it is said that he can change the course of the world in one snap. He killed the entire Dragon race single handedly, not sparing any of the traitors. But one day, the Gods managed to kill the Dragon. Finally, the war ended up with the Moon Goddess and her mate dying while the Gods were locked in Veneer. Since then, no

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She hyper-focused, and it became her obsession to find out everything. "Please tell me. What is he?" Abel pinched the tip of his nose before meeting her eyes. A strange look crossed his face. "Why are you suddenly so interested?" She shrugged in response. "He's a dragon. Fire dragon. The last of his kind. There is a rumour that he killed every single one of his people to have an eternal life. We have been trying to get inside the Castle and save the humans inside." Her mouth dropped open at that. A fire dragon? Celina thought those creatures were a fragment of imaginations and existed merely in books. Does that mean what she saw days ago near that well was real? It was a dragon.

When they are all dressed and still sleeping in their beds I take a moment to simply hold my mate as I plant a kiss on her head. My eyes clothes as I think of the journey that everyone has had. A lone smoke jumper dragon, a surly head security guard dragon, an alpha dragon, a dragon assassin and a dragon chef all changed. One could consider it the beginning of a bad joke if they didn't believe in love at all. But the best punchline ever… Those dragons and their dragon babies all lived happily ever after. THE END!!!!!

Zuriel glared at her. She pouted but didn't complain. She should be thankful that Zuriel was answering her questions. "At first, there was no immortal dragon. But when the dragons died one by one, their powers were transferred to Endralth." "What do you mean?" "Endralth was different from the other dragons. She was not a fire dragon or a water dragon. She didn't belong to any of them. Because she possessed a power, no dragon could ever have. She can absorb the other dragons' knowledge, memories, personality, talents, and physical abilities. But she could only do that when a dragon died. What made her unique was that it would still happen even though she didn't want it. It could have the drag

Malrec’s eyes widen. For a moment neither of us moves. Then I tear his heart free. The roar that erupts from my chest shakes the sky itself. It rises with Seraphina’s music. Dragon and song. Power and love. Two realms answering the same call. Malrec’s body collapses. And the war ends in the echo of that sound.

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

“Okay” Andy For a moment he thought that she would refuse. He felt relieved that she didn't. Maybe she did trust him after all. Post dinner, they walked back to the college parking. He took his jacket out of the side box of his Royal Enfield, overjoyed that he would be able to find out where she lived. “Pink cat?” Anya raised her eyebrows as Andy passed on the Fuschia full-face helmet to her. He chuckled, “Mia loves all shades of pink and she is a fan of Catwoman.”