The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

I look at him and nods, yes, Aziel and Holly have been extremely close to each other and I can understand that he feels betrayed by now. "Yeah and of course he's also the last of his kind so before he met us she was the only one that accepted him" Silas says and I look up at him in confusion. "What do you mean? The last of his kind, isn't Aziel a werewolf hybrid?" I ask him and then look over at Orion. Orion start to laugh at me and so did Silas. Now I'm really confused. "No Poppy, Aziel is the last dragon, a fire drake actually." Orion says between the laughing.

Maybe it was her blessing, as Rebecca is barren and Adrianna was fertile soon bearing my Heir, the heir of realms, the god of all species alike. It was three years ago when the vision befell me in a dream, revealing that I was to father the dragon prince. The golden dragon prince. I never really believed the legends, but when it was revealed to me my doubts were quietly erased. I am the last remaining survivor of the royal family. My people were slowly dwindling after the battle. Thousands were killed in the Màgalos màchi, ten thousand years ago in my great grandfathers time. After the battle, the few injured that survived hid in the forest. To protect the Dragon species from extinction my

He smiled, a debauched smile. "I know they are. I am an albino dragon after all." He was right, that ironically made a lot of difference. Dragons were rare, but albino dragons were like one in a million. A divine answer, like a blessing given by ancient beings, and Asmodeus was the last albino dragon known to exist at the present time. "Right, right..." I grumbled "but we still need to get down." I had barely finished speaking and someone knocked on the door. Once and then twice.

You’d think as a growing dragon that he’d eat everything and maybe he will when he’s a little bit older, but ever since he flew with his father a few months ago, he’s wanted to get stronger. Ancalagon’s father, Avani, the last earth dragon, is not my mate. He found his mate after Ancalagon was conceived. I wasn’t around at the time. I had flown out to the desert to lay my egg and sit on it until Ancalagon hatched. Then, we stayed another month until Ancalagon was strong enough to fly. It had taken us a long time to get back here, to my mountain high in the sky, but we eventually made it. Once we did, I heard that Avani had found his mate, an elf princess.

I need to finish this. “A really, really dark era for the dragon species ensued. All existing females either fell into a depression and withered away, or they were hunted by (feral) male dragons in a vain attempt to try to produce as many offspring as possible. It was absolute mayhem. The males literally drove the few remaining women to extinction. The last female dragon to have been spotted was the princess herself. She fled in an attempt to protect her baby. However, word got back to us that she was found deceased a few weeks later as well. Nobody could confirm or deny if the baby made it, or if it had perished along with its mother”. I take in a deep breath, before dropping the bombshell.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

It's the reason the curse of one-hundred-thousand years will bring me pain until those years have passed. I am the last direct descendant of Drakon, the dragon who caused the curse. My father was his brother. I alone should pay for Drakon's sins, but the Goddess is vengeful. I've watched all the dragons die but the four of us. Then watched my three remaining brother dragons suffer with the pain of losing their brides again and again. It's fitting that I loved Meagan so deeply, and I will love my next bride in the same way. Fire rises in my throat and I let it slice over the water that has accepted my bride as gift. Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because drag

Hard to get in, hard to get out. I didn’t think it’d work so much to my advantage, but here we are. Sufian’s possessions maintained its VIP spot in my dungeon. I looked pointedly at the withered clump of djinn and girl as it joined the others in a heaped mesh, slowly regaining control of its limbs. Of course, I can kill it here and now, but what’d bring the fun in that?

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

He has been moody ever since we flew here. “Everything is fine. It is just that you don’t like being a way from her. I’m the same Jaka, but we need to give her space. She is angry, don’t forget she is proud and independent. She will be fine.” I tell him as I walk the halls of the Dragon Palace. The home and birthplace of all the dragons that came before me. What Serana doesn’t know is that I am the last royal Dragon. The son of King Apollo.