The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Chapter One: The Last Dragon (Drake’s POV) For centuries, they have hunted my kind. Once, dragons ruled the skies, our shadows stretching across kingdoms, our roars shaking the earth. But humans feared what they could not control. One by one, my kin fell—slaughtered by cowards who called themselves heroes. They carved our bones into weapons, melted our scales into armor, and told stories of their victories. Now, I am the last. Drake—the final dragon of this world. And they want to get rid of me too.

They say that memories and realizations come in heaps during moments of death, Melissa wondered sparingly if that was what was happening to her now. “HAHA, I fought a god twenty times and survived all through it and even died in his hands! I couldn’t be any prouder... I couldn’t do it, Mother... i couldn’t take the throne… am sorry but… father… you were rig…” Melissa muttered as her eyes rolled back as she died. Melissa Dragoneel, the last dragon race and the supposed rightful owner of the throne of Beastdom, died in the hands of The Berserker, a god who ruled the people of Beastdom and the real owner of the Beastdom.

Lucy finished as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a steadying breath. “I am very sorry for your loss.” I said solemnly. “Did his children inherit the magic as well?” I asked still curious. She barked out a short burst of laughter. “No. The dragonborn he saved was female. It held onto that latent gene as it passed on to his children. Though my grandfather was able to wield the magic, my father and uncle could not. As far as we know it was only the females in this bloodline that can touch the latent power.”

“Just defend me when crisis break about Vladimir using his powers, he's very powerful and I'm the only witch here. The first accusation will go to me but I want you to prove to them that I've been with you all these while and if you can stop Tanya from crossing the borders, it's going to be better.” She told me and I bit my lips and nodded. So it's going to be a rollercoaster soon, I just wondered who on earth that bitch knows in Cryzon. If she ever gets her way through and calls any Cryzon descendants, it's going to rain fire and lick up the whole of Scented Skies but something struck me Instantly and I frowned. No one had a dragon aside from Draven, Infact he is the last oldest dragon to e

“I’ve been drowning myself in this bakery, trying to keep my mind off my loss. But nothing can take away the pain.” “I couldn’t imagine,” I said sadly, lowering my gaze to my hands. “I hope it’s something you’ll never have to imagine,” she said sincerely. “What ended up happening to this dragon king?” I asked. “He died during the war,” she explained. “I’m not really sure the details of it. But the dragons appointed a new king. Jaxon Develson. He’s a handsome man, and the youngest Dragon King to ever exist, but he’s also feared. However, since his throning, dragons haven’t been seen. Once in a while babies will appear, and they will be killed on the spot.”

“They say that King Borton was called the guardian of this world. And now he has left him. The young mage bit his lip hard and clenched his fists. - You're right, Bortan was a key figure in ensuring stability. Everyone believed that he was protecting our world from Reeta, but perhaps not only .... Perhaps all this is interconnected. He was not born in our world, he came from outside, and this was his last transition. So why did he choose our world? Vic frowned. "Do you think he followed the dragon and somehow stopped it?" - Stopped? Kim chuckled darkly. “The only way to stop the dragon is to kill its human form. Dragons don't die, Vic, they transform into another entity, but if one of the im

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

“You haven’t spent much time with my father, but he’s the most protective dragon there is besides me. He was Alpha of the dragons for years before I came of age and took over.” “How did he become Alpha?” she asks as I divert us to the dining hall. “He was the last remaining male dragon in existence.” “So, you’re Alpha because you’re the last pure dragon?” she asks, as if this doesn’t seem right to her. “And because I have all four elements which was unheard of until you and I came along. But, I’m also the strongest.” “That’s questionable,” I hear Revalor say behind us. “Revalor, I’m not in the mood,” I growl.

Whatever type of dragon they are, their connection to the element of earth is strong, perhaps even stronger than my own. It seems that the technicians gather not just the best minds amongst our kind, but also the most powerful and rare. As a prince and my father’s heir, I have traveled to every major continent on this planet and seen more varieties of our kind than most. And yet, for the second time today, I find myself in the presence of dragonkind unlike any I’ve ever encountered on the surface. “These three are the Crystalborn,” Everly explains aloud for the benefit of our group. “They can sense the age of any object made of carbon, you know, the solid element in most things–rocks, wood,

She started but was stopped by the glare from Elena. “Now!” Elena said sternly. Liam also turned to the two dragons and said “I am here with her, both of you take the injured to the safety and alert the silver knights.” With that said though reluctant, both the dragons did as their master’s ordered. As the dragons disappeared into the horizon, the black vortexes overhead began spinning faster, their shapes merging. One by one, they spiralled toward the centre of the broken tomb, colliding with blinding flashes of red and violet lightning. The wind screamed. The very sky seemed to bend inward.