The Last Dragon King Novels & Stories

I was astounded, "This can not be safe for your defense?" The king didn't answer my questions when he talks and explained about my young dragon. "When he's tame and his wound is better, Brontes can accompany you here." Armand steps back and I peel my eyes from the open walls and look at the high ceiling and the very large space with stone flooring. Then I looked at the chains on the walls, this place... "The previous king, I was told he had a fascination with dragons." "What happened to him?" "Died in a battle." He ended the conversation right there, and I didn't push further instead I asked the thing that lingers on my mind.

He has been moody ever since we flew here. “Everything is fine. It is just that you don’t like being a way from her. I’m the same Jaka, but we need to give her space. She is angry, don’t forget she is proud and independent. She will be fine.” I tell him as I walk the halls of the Dragon Palace. The home and birthplace of all the dragons that came before me. What Serana doesn’t know is that I am the last royal Dragon. The son of King Apollo.

Mars was shocked to hear that dragons still exist and desperate to capture their kingdom. "But Mom it's been 15 years now, We have hadn't been any attack or haven't seen any dragon around us," he frantically said holding Vincent hand tightly looking into her eyes. "Son, Dragon king was also badly injured that night, might be in the same condition as I am, he is such a manipulating and vicious man that he inherited the greed to become the world's powerful magician to his son,

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

The voice snaps at me before falling back into a deviant cackle. "I am yet to take from you." The voice growls. "Everything you have will burn, this I promise you Dragon king!" The voice spits my name with so much venom and yet I'm too weak to reply. "Who are you?" I rasp under intense pain. "You will." The voice replied with a sense of longing. "And you won't forget me until you draw your last breath." The pain is bone crushing, darker spots dance in my vision, I can't, I won't----

I said. "This fictional narrative goes like this. The Dragons had all stayed together and formed clans. However, some of them became greedy for power, leading them down the wrong path and delving into magic, which disrupted the peace and prosperity of the clans. In the end, only the last surviving King remained, having lost his queen due to the side effects of magic. The King and his only Son were immune to the side effects. The Dragon King was lost in his grief for his queen, without caring for the infant who grew up feeling lonely. One day, the Son discovers a note from his father, apologizing and requesting that he fulfill his final wish." "What is his last wish?" The way Drake told the s

Chapter One: The Last Dragon (Drake’s POV) For centuries, they have hunted my kind. Once, dragons ruled the skies, our shadows stretching across kingdoms, our roars shaking the earth. But humans feared what they could not control. One by one, my kin fell—slaughtered by cowards who called themselves heroes. They carved our bones into weapons, melted our scales into armor, and told stories of their victories. Now, I am the last. Drake—the final dragon of this world. And they want to get rid of me too.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

​He stepped in close and leaned forward, his red eyes glowing with a deadly serious intensity as he locked his gaze onto his son's face. ​"Draevon is a dragon. He is the only living dragon left in all the kingdoms. The way we know this for sure is because of what happened back then. He completely erased the entire Shadowmere Dominion kingdom when they offended him." ​"A dragon?" Darius repeated. The word hit him like a physical blow, finally knocking a bit of the arrogance right out of his chest. His eyes went wide again as the horror set in.

This was the fact, that the king of the dragons had no idea how the demon lord could be stopped, he had already been reborn. – As I stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast kingdom below, a sense of duty washed over me. I was heir to the Dragon clan, entrusted with the sacred duty of protecting our land and its inhabitants. The Dragon clan had been revered for centuries, our powers unmatched and our loyalty unwavering. We were the guardians of peace and harmony, the defenders of justice in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. We weren't guarding just our clan, the whole world was on our shoulders.