Novel & Cerita The Last Dragon King

Just before the portal closed, I saw the large door behind my grandmother break open as the vampires flooded in. I was 6 years old when that portal closed. I was hundreds and hundreds of miles away when I felt the last of my family die. I'm the last of my people, son of Mahan, Atticus the dragon King... But what's a king without his people?" Atticus was looking down and after a few moments of silence, he looked up and saw tears and Harris' eyes. "I'm so sorry! I, I didn't know the full story, but I heard dragons were extinct because they were killed. Have you ever found anyone else? Maybe others got out too!"

"Yes I am April's mate, chosen by free will and bound to her forever by the dragon bond. My name is Adrastus, but people around here usually refer to me by my title." Todd found himself struggling not to roll his eyes, thinking that this Lord was a little full of himself. "What should I call you then? Lord whoever, or Adrastus?" He replied sarcastically. The dragons answering smile was anything but friendly as his incisors lengthened slightly before Adrastus answered him. " You can call me by my title, but it's not Lord whoever, I prefer Your Majesty from a stranger, I am King Adrastus, the last of the fire dragons, and ruler of all the hoards."

It was quiet and it created a safe space for her outside of the chaotic world. “Hmmm, do you know what number you are in the dragon kings history?” she asked. Drake paused a bit before answering, “I do actually, it would interest you to know that I am the 100th dragon king. I was crowned after the first dragon king; King Drake the 10th of Faulkner” “Wow! So only 10 kings have been crowded after Faulkner, why is that?” she asked, bursting with curiosity now, the stress of the musical play pushed to the back of her mind.

Dragons are powerful and magical flying reptile monsters but even they fight in broods, they can't outnumber the human species because of the unlimited power unleashed by the said Heart of Magic. Almost millions of dragons during the war died under the supervision of King Tharks of the Oregon Kingdom until only one baby dragon got survived. He was kept under the unmatched eggs made of a silver medal. He was the last prince of the Dragonese Kingdom, Danym. His parents take him into the wilderness and were buried under the muddy ground until he came out by himself after he heard the chirping of birds in the sky. He roamed his eyes around him and it was like he was lost in the middle of nowhere

His father has started to lose him mind, but he still has moments of lucidity which is why Kenneth hasn’t forcibly taken the kingdom from him … yet. “You know how my father is. He doesn’t always make sense. Remember when he proclaimed you as the dragon thief last year?” I force a smile. I’d been terrified with King Solomon had announced that I was the dragon thief. It was right after I’d returned the bronze dragon egg to the dragons. The bronze I now know is named Yttyc. The bronze who survived. King Solomon had stood and pointed at me. “Her! She is the thief!” I’d stood in shock, unable to move or speak. It was Kenneth who broke the terrifying silence from everyone in the room.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

I watched as the boy continued to fall, expecting his brain would splatter on the ground seconds later, but then, he suddenly levitated inches away from the ground and the grown man flew near him. “You will never become the king of the dragons. You will never become my successor. You are worthless. You are a pathetic excuse for a son. If only your mother didn’t undergo that blood ritual with that bitch wolf, you wouldn’t be like this.” I was surprised to learn of this knowledge. The grown man was the dragon king, and this lanky boy was the heir—or used to be. My father would kill for this information, I bet, and knowing him, he’d probably charge the second they put their guards down.

“…At the end of whatever you wanted to say, I hope.” “Impudent girl. Fine. This is what you need to know. Tet controls the Dragon King, which means all dragonkind is ultimately obedient to him if he wishes it, should they be overtaken by that power. But he wants more. Needs more. He’s going to capture the other gods, and when he does, he’ll be sure to perform his dark rites on them to take their power. If he does that, if all that power exists in one form, under one man—”

He cleared his throat. “I do hope it isn’t fatal disease what Princess Celestine is carrying.” Oliver sipped his tea and wetted his lips. “What should we do so? To prevent the spread of the disease? We need your wise advice, King Dragon.” King Dragon sighed and looked out. “In respect for the youth she has as a princess of this kingdom and I do regret about what happened last night. I really hurt my feeling, finding out the girl I should engage with, changing into a kind of blue creature.” He sipped again his tea and his eyes were filled with the mist of sadness.

Hearing this from a commoner, he turned his neck to take one quick look at his soldier, Cyprus and then back to the dragons. "Dragons! My name is Nathan Blackmark and I am the last one to sit on the throne. I promise you the blood of our loved ones won't be wasted. I am not going to lie to you all...but I had a qualm about my first cousin, Nixer. And as we all know that he's been imprisoned in the castle of Dire valley."