The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

He chuckled, “You know how kids are.” I pressed my lips together. Kids, they were something that I wanted. I didn’t know how they were besides the flock’s children. It was so rare for a dragon to be able to carry a pregnancy to term. We were lucky, after I’d put a stop to the arranged marriages that the council had ordered. My flock had flourished. Once they’d been able to go out into the world and choose mates for themselves. The gods had blessed us. There were nine children born in the last few years. Three more on the way.

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.

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.

I said. "This fictional narrative goes like this. The Dragons had all stayed together and formed clans. However, some of them became greedy for power, leading them down the wrong path and delving into magic, which disrupted the peace and prosperity of the clans. In the end, only the last surviving King remained, having lost his queen due to the side effects of magic. The King and his only Son were immune to the side effects. The Dragon King was lost in his grief for his queen, without caring for the infant who grew up feeling lonely. One day, the Son discovers a note from his father, apologizing and requesting that he fulfill his final wish." "What is his last wish?" The way Drake told the s

“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.

said Bowen. "DRAGON???" exclaimed the Dwarves almost in unison. They stopped their footsteps and stared at Bowen wide-eyed in surprise. “Dra-Dragon? Did my ear hear correctly? Dragon?" asked Benji incredulously. "Yes, Dragon." "But humans destroyed dragons in slaughter hundreds of years ago," exclaimed Benji in disbelief. “The chosen one has risen. He's the last dragon prince alive. Take a look! My armor is made of dragon scales,” said Bowen while beating the armor he was wearing.

She asked, not knowing if it really mattered, but she hoped that it would help. Vivienne answered, “Xander Voidwalker, dragon of void, Lucian Lightbrighter, dragon of light, Darius Stone, dragon of Earth, Cassius Stromrider, dragon of Storm, Kieran Frost, dragon of Ice, Lean Blackthorn, dragon of Shadow and Kai Morrison, dragon of fire.” The names resonated through Maya like a physical force, each striking a different chord within her. She swayed, overwhelmed by the sudden influx of sensations—her newly awakened dragon nature responding to each male in ways her human mind couldn't process.

When I’m done, I come back to look at him. “You’re doing a good job of taking care of yourself, or your mother is making sure you do. Either way, I’m proud of you. You’re going to grow up big and strong, a true dragon. The last pure dragon.” I reach out to touch his snout as I realize that it’s true. Now that I’ve found Merethyl, I will never be with another, so my son will be the last of our kind, the last pure dragon. There will be hybrids and maybe that’s a good thing, but my son will be an Alpha among dragons.