The Last Dragon Princess Novels & Stories

Epilogue A few months later, the royal mages confirmed the news—I was pregnant with the true heir to the Dragon Kingdom. Shortly after, the old Dragon King passed away peacefully in his sleep, officially passing the crown and the vast territories to Cael. Per the old king's final wishes, Cael divided a strict, modest stipend among his brothers—just enough to keep them fed, but entirely stripped of political power. Rose never showed up to the funeral. Our house staff told me that after Aaron completely abandoned her, she lost her mind. She ended up escaping her containment ward and wandered out into the dangerous Dark Lands, vanishing entirely. A tragic, fitting end for a parasite.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

I laughed and shook my head and held his hand, "Let's go, Casanova" When we got to the dining room, we chose our breakfast, and sat at the Alpha table with Kayla, Zach, King Uther, Queen Winnie, and Princess Maia. My family and Kayla's family were sitting at a table next to ours. When Damien stood, he said, "I'm sure you all notice some new faces today. First, I want to welcome King Uther Dash and Queen Winnie Fox. We will be signing an alliance with them this morning. The young lady next to King Uther is Princess Maia. We rescued her from the Alpha of your Luna's previous pack last night. I hope you will make them feel welcome. King Uther and Princess Maia are from the Kingdom of Dragons. Q

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Jasmine whistle and order her summoned soul and very next second soul of King Erlenduris came flying towards her and unlocked her door. Jasmine weakly stood up on her feet’s and walked out, in meantime all 11 women were sacrificed by King Jamerian Borg, and now he was about to sacrifice last women but unexpectedly before he could do so “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………………………………” that last women pulled down her white dress and in mid air got transformed into a big white colored dragon “Glaciem….” Jasmine whispered and kept my eyes at her as she hurriedly flew towards Draco dragons who was busy fighting all soldiers alone.

The room was quiet for a moment. "What was her name," I said. "Her real name, not the name you call me." Lady Ashveil looked up. "Mia," she said softly. "Her name was always Mia." Something about that sat strangely in my chest. Heavy and small at the same time. "Why does he want her," I said. "Why does the Dragon King want a quiet girl from a house with nothing left." Lady Ashveil stood. Smoothed her skirts. "I think," she said quietly, "that the girl he wants is not the quiet one."

she breathed with a soft smile on her face. “Speak?” Dalton and Stan’s voice reached her ears. “How is that possible?” Stan asked and looked at the retreating dragon. * Princess Ciara pondered in her room as she paced like a mad person. She saw it. The dragons came for Minerva, but how was that possible? It was the same as the first time a red-haired person appeared in RedShire. The door to her room banged against the wall as Riona stepped inside with a questioning expression on her face. “Did you see that?” She asked Ciara, who was still pacing. Her perfect demeanor had slipped off her face as she stared wide-eyed at Ciara.