The Last Dragon King Novels & Stories

Another muttered, “Surely not one of the human volunteers.” I let them sit in that tension for a breath. “Yes,” I said calmly. “A human.” The murmuring began immediately. “Impossible.” “A dragon king—” “A human cannot—” “Enough.” My voice cut through the room like steel. “She is not merely human.” That stilled them. Kaelith chose that moment to step forward. “She is the last-born Madrigal in this realm.” Shock. Real, visceral shock. One of the elders actually rose halfway from his seat before sitting again.

“I’ve been drowning myself in this bakery, trying to keep my mind off my loss. But nothing can take away the pain.” “I couldn’t imagine,” I said sadly, lowering my gaze to my hands. “I hope it’s something you’ll never have to imagine,” she said sincerely. “What ended up happening to this dragon king?” I asked. “He died during the war,” she explained. “I’m not really sure the details of it. But the dragons appointed a new king. Jaxon Develson. He’s a handsome man, and the youngest Dragon King to ever exist, but he’s also feared. However, since his throning, dragons haven’t been seen. Once in a while babies will appear, and they will be killed on the spot.”

A shutter somewhere down the lane knocked softly against its frame. Ordinary sounds. The sounds of a world that would keep turning after I was gone. I thought about the Dragon King. Everyone had heard stories. He had ruled the Dragon Realm for longer than anyone could remember — ancient and powerful and utterly without mercy. They said his eyes could freeze a man where he stood. They said he had not smiled in centuries. They said the last human who had looked directly at him had dropped dead on the spot from fear alone. I did not know how much of it was true.

At first, Brock simply turned around to face Hunter, but I didn’t expect him to shift right then and there, into the dragon that took my breath away from the first time. “We. We are the heir to the last Dragon King, and the next rulers of dragon shifters.”

My heart broke when I read about all what I did, knowing that Niklaus didn’t judge me for being human, that his people accepted me despite what MY people and kind did to them, their beautiful hearts amazed me. “That is because I am your mum” I said kneeling down to the dragon who curled his tail around me making me smile as he laid down in front of me, his head laying on my lap “nothing is going to change that little one” “Even if I decided to go hunting?” Aiden asked and I smiled. Niklaus had taught the little dragon how to hunt, he taught him where, and when to hunt, how to kill his prey, when to kill the prey, and when to respect it. He had taught him not to kill for pleasure, it wasn’t i

“The Black Dragon has performed with exceptional bravery during the conflict centered in Southern Plains City. Not only did he assassinate the generals of the twenty-eight-nations and forced them to retreat, he even sent envoys to negotiate with the twenty-eight-nations and pressured them into giving up their territory.” “His meritorious service to Sol will forever go down in history.” “He shall now be conferred the title of the Dragon King, a ten-star rank general.” Hearing this, James’ jaw hung open. “Ten-star rank general? I thought the highest we can go is a five-star. Are you sure we aren’t breaking the international norms? Besides, what the hell is a Dragon King?”

Even as children, he never missed an opportunity to remind her how much better he was than her. What infuriated her most was that he truly was the dominant species, and there was a valid reason why dragons once ruled over all three kingdoms. Lucian was just one dragon, but he could scorch the entire world if he wanted to, and nobody would be able to stop him. Despite his elevated rank, Visenya didn't feel the slightest bit honored. She had been saving herself for her mate, only to discover that the man she had yearned for during those lonely years was none other than Lucian. He stood as the last of his kind, and it was all because of her father. Yet, it would be Visenya who would bear the bu

"Because I don't want any kind of conflicts between our kingdoms in the future, at least not because of me. Though I have not seen how close you and my mother were, I have heard ample stories from my father. And he understands your anger as well as he also blames himself for my mother's death. And it's not a big deal telling you about me as the others might not know about the existence of the white dragon and the unfinished war but all the Kings and Queens from all the kingdoms know about it. So by reviling my identity, I am just giving a face to the information you already know" Lea answered.

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.

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.