The Last Dragon Novel Novels & Stories

Or she wanted everyone to think I was just faking it, to make her look like the bad guy. Either way, I could not accuse her. No one would believe me. Everyone else’s food was perfect. Only mine was burning like hell. My vision tinted red as my dragon rose inside me. My blood boiling profusely. I clenched my fist unwilling to throw a tantrum. In my head, I cursed her. She thinks she won tonight. She thinks she outsmarted me. But she forgets something. I am Leviathan, the last dragon. I single handed captured Ember nest. I do not lose.

It’s a flaming bird. A phoenix. **I hope you’ve enjoyed Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon. This story will continue in Rise of the Phoenix, Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series.

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

"I don't understand Alpha." "Tell me, are you aware of the last dragon eggs?" Henry asked. A soft gasp sounded and Bishop's eyes whipped over to Amelia. The expression on her face was one of shock and disbelief. "Yes Alpha. I am aware." "Do you also know what would happen if the last two dragon eggs should hatch?" Henry questioned further. Of course Bishop knew. There would be no stopping the dragons this time. Hundreds of years ago, a brutal war broke out, a war between the shifters and the dragon clan. It had been a bloody massacre, with the dragons almost ending the legacy of the entire shifters.

“I was just searching for some animals to feed from, I swear!” Surveying the dragon closely, he noted the tribal marking across his chest—a symbol that no one’s seen for years, ten years to be exact. “Wait a minute, you’re not a Lycan. You’re a… no, that’s impossible… it can’t be.” "I'm a dragon," he growled, his voice dripping with rage, "and I demand you tell me what the hell happened here!" The man’s eyes widened in wonder. He was truly standing in the presence of a dragon, and not just any dragon, but a Dragon Lord by the look of his marking. The last living dragon in the world, and he looked to him as a savior.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

My expectations of hefty magic tomes full of spells were quickly dashed. Laney’s idea of books was limited to fairy tales about princesses and knights and, of course, magic. Not exactly what I had in mind. As far as she was concerned, if it didn’t interest her, it didn’t exist. “This one’s really good,” she informed me, holding up a thin novel called Loved By Two Dragons. “He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!”

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

hearing the last words from him, she turned around to walk away when he blurted out, "Pray...pray to God that I will keep my mouth shut...or else." "Oh, now you are threatening me…" she cocked her head towards him, a serious expression on her face. "Or else, what? Huh, Nixer?" she walked towards him and asked, eye to eye and for the hundredth time in his life he noticed the same flame in her eyes. Raya was a fearless woman, not any ordinary girl but she was the last of the Dawn Dragons, the only daughter of Duke Henry Dawn. "My name is Raya Dawn and I am the last in the Dawn of the Dragons. You mess with me and you know it better…"