The Last Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

“That wasn’t an order—it was oppression.” A deep rumble came from the creature’s throat, something like a bitter chuckle. “Perhaps. But it was also peace.” It sighed again, lowering itself further. “I will not argue with you. Simply do what is needed and kill me.” “What?” Lia balked. “Why do I have to kill you?” “Because my urge to reclaim this world as my own is too great. It is perhaps why I am the last of the true dragons, and all that exists now are dragon shifters. They have the benefits of not only a beast’s mindset but also a human’s.”

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

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.

After a thousand years, it is the first time the lips of the dragon prince touched human lips. The Dragon Prince Executive Secretary Venal, also his 14th guardian thought Dryzen order something dreadful for petite Dahlia. Ever since Dryzen e came to the human world, he was irritable to women, if it wasn't the sole he loved the most, Helena. In surprised, Dryzen let it pass. There is something in his mind he was going to do with Dahlia. After the accident Dahlia finished the manuscript untitled. She thought for a title, and she remember the deadly gazed of the man who save her. The Lonely Eyes was finally inscribed as the title of the novel.

Dragomir was shocked, “What clues?” She handed him her pad, and he read through it. “I went to the library and I found out something, a human kingdom where dragons are welcomed…” “Deleria”, they said together. Her eyes widened. “Every dragon knows about Deleria, it is the first place rogue dragons seek refuge”, he explained, “However after the war, they were left in ruins. The other human kingdoms attacked them and took their possessions as spoils…” “What better place to safeguard a stone than amongst humans…”

Drogo was charged on, she released her fire burning down our enemies. As Prince of the Dragon clan, I had fulfilled my duty, protecting not only our kingdom but also the hopes and dreams of those who called it home. But my journey was far from over, in a decade. My world would be shaken, many Dragons would give their lives for their riders. The world was vast, and there were countless battles to be fought. This was just the beginning of what was to come, history would repeat itself and the pain would become unbearable. What are Dragon riders without their dragons?

Ras has kept her alive but what conditions she must be in! “But to do that,” he goes on. “I need to unleash my powers as the last dragon.” “The last dragon?” Aryan raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” In response, Lavi reaches for something in his robes and takes out a book. The book is small but covered with a gold cloth. Something is scribbled on it. “The Book of the Dragons!” Aryan gasps. “But this is supposed to have been lost!” “My mother found it and hid it here,” Lavi says. “She was studying this book with the help of the monks here. After her death, they kept it safe but Ras must have killed everyone here. However, he did not find this book. He probably does not know about it.”

"Lorien is the last of the Solarian dragons." A cold chill crawled down my spine. A dragon? Impossible. Dragons were extinct. Every single one of them had been wiped from existence centuries ago. That was the legend, at least. But standing before me was living proof that the stories had been wrong. Sherelle leaned in closer, her lips just inches from my ear as she whispered, "And this is where Kamrynn comes into play." I stiffened. No. She pulled back, watching my expression carefully before delivering the final blow.

It broke the belief that dragons alone were meant to rule. And now, these soft-blooded fools breed with humans and call it survival. I close my eyes and feel the seam again. There. A faint harmonic ripple. Someone touched the barrier. Not violently. Carefully. My lip curls. “The Madrigal girl.” Of course it would be her. The reports I received after the chaos at Emberhold confirmed what I had begun to suspect the moment the king announced his bond. Seraphina. A Madrigal. The last one born in the dragon realm.

I say. “I had no idea,” Flavius responds. “Alira plays a major part in dragon culture. Anyways back to the story, I was going to tell,” I laugh at myself for getting distracted. He nods, urging me to continue. "Thousands of years ago, before dragons or humans walked the Earth, there was a goddess, Alira. Alira was the goddess of war, fire, and wrath. Though she was powerful, she was also lonely and jealous; many of the other gods had created their own races to live on earth, such as the fae and the elves. Alira wanted the creation of her own. Thus, she made dragons. She was very proud of her creation, as the dragons were everything that the other races were and more; they were beautiful, str