The End Dragon Novels & Stories

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

I looked at Big Boss still whimpering on the floor. “Come on.” I said and dragged him to the end of the corridor where the fire exit is. Upon reaching to the ground, I heard gunshots inside and I looked back. I can see Black Dragon running in the middle of the gunshots! It’s as if he didn’t fear of dying! He held guns on each hand now, aiming and firing left and right as he passed. And in seconds, silence followed. All Big Boss’ men were dead soaking on their own blood. Then I saw Black Dragon picking something and put it on his pocket. He then looked straight at me and nodded. I headed outside still dragging Big Boss. The two guards are not there anymore. Then Black Dragon spoke beside me.

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

With a sudden burst of strength, he leapt towards the dragon's eyes, his hand outstretched. Beta Fionn's hand made contact with the dragon's eye, and a bright light erupted from his palm. The dragon let out a roar of pain, and it tumbled from the sky, crashing to the ground. Alpha Ade rolled clear of the dragon as it landed, landing on his feet. The dragon lay on the ground, its body still. Beta Fionn approached it cautiously, unsure if it was truly defeated. As he neared, the dragon's eyes opened, and they were no longer filled with rage. They were filled with respect.

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The light in Cian and Mina’s eyes was beginning to dim as the machine drained their energy to fuel the massive "Print Job." "It's too much!" Kaelen cried, trying to pull the children away. "It’s taking more than they have!" "It needs a Closing Statement!" Philip yelled over the roar of the cylinders. "A story needs an end to be complete, Elara! What happens to the dog?" I looked at the dragon, then at my family. The scroll I had fed it was the middle of the story. I hadn't written the end. I grabbed a piece of charred wood from the ground and leaped onto the dragon’s back, climbing toward its iron head. I found the "Edit Plate" on its brow, a blank sheet of silver.

That won't end well, Dragon. The tension between us was intense, the excitement, the dominant man was not good for me, the tattoo falling from his fingertips to his chest. Chaos Dragon will only bring me "We are the authors of our books, Jenny Anderson, we choose how to finish, and I know how I want my books to end." "How is that?" "I want you to stand in front of that window and stare at everyone while I fuck you so you can't walk." He said frankly, and my hip tried to tie them together, but his thigh prevented them from doing so.

“Just defend me when crisis break about Vladimir using his powers, he's very powerful and I'm the only witch here. The first accusation will go to me but I want you to prove to them that I've been with you all these while and if you can stop Tanya from crossing the borders, it's going to be better.” She told me and I bit my lips and nodded. So it's going to be a rollercoaster soon, I just wondered who on earth that bitch knows in Cryzon. If she ever gets her way through and calls any Cryzon descendants, it's going to rain fire and lick up the whole of Scented Skies but something struck me Instantly and I frowned. No one had a dragon aside from Draven, Infact he is the last oldest dragon to e