The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….

This child was sensible. He was easy on me during pregnancy and birth. It felt like a miracle. When I saw the soft, red bundle, I thought I was dreaming. Elio hadn't stopped smiling since the moment our child was born. He'd wandered half his life, never imagining a family. Now his wish was granted. Word of the dragon heir spread through the clan. This time, it was a true royal, red as tradition demanded. The Dragon King beamed, finally making peace with Elio.

Nana continued. Xavier sneered down at her. “With all due respect, Nana, stay out of this. I know what I want.” He glanced at Lila, who preened beside him, then back at me with cold finality. “And it’s definitely not her. I choose Lila Blackwood as my Luna. She has always been the one worthy of standing by my side.” The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Lila’s face lit up with pure delight as she pressed herself closer to him, waving modestly at the pack like she’d just been crowned.

We stopped running and walked to the edge of the tree line. We stood at the edge of the dark forest. I could feel the eyes of all the night creatures on us as we waited for the Dragons to come forward. No beast was dumb enough to challenge one, well, not anymore. Their species had once almost become extinct centuries ago, but thanks to Garren's family and their warriors. They were able to regain control of their kingdom and rebuild their species once again. "She's here. Now bring out the one you have captive and explain your orders." Damon demanded. Two large shadows appeared. Their golden eyes were glowing in the dark as their dragons showed their presence.

“What? When, brother?” Ghaeron forced himself to share the tale of his great shame, one that he had shared with no one since the early days of life on Edon. “Shortly after Mother and Father had brought forth the first life here on Edon, I became fascinated with the complex weaving of mystical forces that had been utilized to do so. Such variety of living creatures had come into being! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Minotaurs, and a host of lesser known beings, all benign and given great potential for growth. Growth is one of the constants of the universe, as you know. It is ingrained into the essence of Dragons.”

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.

We’d always had a special connection and she was asking me to let the past go, to let go of Luciana and let her rest in peace, to forgive my family and to forgive myself. “When did she merge?” Nova had sensed the flow between us and even Ally’s eyes flashed between blue and silver. “She didn’t, she was born with her dragon. Scared the crap out of me when her dragon started to appear three days after her birth.” Ryder gave Ally a look and she shook her head. “That’s incredible Wynter and I have to say you really are a very good father. She’s just precious.” “I’ve had help. Chandra and Lauren gives her the feminine rounding she needs.”

Also even when he saw Draco for first time in his royal conference, he knew instantly that Draco was dragon, because of which he trapped Draco and us to lead to his chamber, from where he then successfully capture Draco, Jamerian Borg was planning on using Draco dragon power to improve his living year, however his motive was destroyed by us. King Jamerian Borg and all rulers after him were considered as good King, however only his son and now we know how ruthless and evil person he was; who didn’t even spared his own children in front of his greed to live forever. I felt nothing but disgust after concluding this truth about late king however my body and mind was already to sour to express my

Wynter giggled. We ate breakfast and Wynter seemed like himself. Echo slept a lot and Abeloth said that’s what baby dragons needed to do, they grew when they slept. I had called the Elders of Florida to inform them that Wynter had merged with his dragon and they outright laughed at me.