The Last Dragon King Novels & Stories

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

But the girl was adamant. “It’s true, sir,” she said, still struggling against my grip. “Queen Mila is the last dragon. Our lady. Our fearsome queen.” “A queen of what?” I scoffed. “I saw no other dragons in there, just different animals. Cats, birds, lizards…”

I smiled and bowed my head. "Anything else you want to tell me about Xanus?" King Vlad asked us in a serious tone. I blinked a few times as I remembered the conversation between king Xanus and my Uncle. "I remember a little conversation between Uncle Adrian and King Xanus. He attacked us with dragon flames, as I told you. Uncle Adrian was asking him about the disappearance of the last king of the dragon kingdom." I replied to King Vlad in a low tone. I found it very odd since I never heard anything about the existence of the dragons.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

Throughout the hallway was a variety of large double wide red doors. Between the doors were multiple large paintings of what Venus assumed was of late royal family members. Their body types were human but of course, each had traits of that a dragon would have. One woman had scaly hands and claws. Another painting had of a man who had fire coming out of his mouth. "Are these your ancestors?" Venus asked. "Yes. Some of nobility that inherited the dragon blood and others straight from my line." King Bloodstar said. Venus then looked at the multiple red doors. "Where do these lead to?"

He throws a hand in my direction, the motion meant to be dismissive. “Then why the fuck am I here? Any deals you make her won’t affect me in the slightest,” I drawl, running my tongue along my lower teeth. “We’re the last of the Dragon kings, Kael,” he snaps, his words coming out in a hiss. “Morgathra already has us by the balls. Our mines–”

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.

"You're not allowed in! I've already told Clara to report to the adjudicator that you're feeling unwell and can't compete." His words hit me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I stared at him in disbelief. "Who gave you the right to decide for me? I earned this spot with my own ability!" Erik sneered and looked at me contemptuously. "On the grounds that I'm your mate and the clan's Dragon King! You're just an ordinary human. How could you possibly compare with all these elite dragons? "You took advantage of my name to get ahead, yet you have the nerve to say you earned this spot yourself? You even took it upon yourself to cut off our soul bond. Since you're this malicious, then

I retaliated when she charged at us, aiming a blow at her back, but she evaded it. As Isha prepared to strike again, Darcus neutralized her dragon's power source, leaving her bewildered. "Isha, I am the Dragon King, and all dragons heed my command. When I order them not to support their masters, they obey. You're powerless without your dragon, Isha. My soldiers have captured all the rogues you sent to my kingdom," Darcus explained. "We need to head to the Green Fire Clan," I added urgently. Archer restrained Isha and opened a vortex to the dragon realm, intending to incarcerate her.

Leona asked me. “Leona! We don’t ask such personal questions,” Lynette reprimanded her daughter. “A misunderstanding surely since the King never grants anyone asylum,” Clark said. The doors of the ballroom opened and a hush settled over the crowd. Another man stepped forward and everybody turned towards him. “King Rexton de Haviland, King of Dragons!” the announcement came followed by a trumpet sound that felt medieval to me as Rex entered the ballroom with a crown on his head. We bowed our heads as the King walked past us and his family stood up as he walked to his seat in the middle of the ornately decorated table on the dais. The King remained standing in front of his chair and smiled whe