The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

Being the dragon prince allows me special abilities, but it also makes me stronger, faster, and bigger than the other dragons. After the first dragon died, her children fought over who should be in charge. They had a contest to find which of them was the strongest. It was the red dragon. A red dragon can only be born from another red dragon, as opposed to the other colors. White, black, green, purple, blue, and any color you can imagine almost seems to happen at random. Adding to the rarity, only one of the offspring a red dragon has will be red. Meaning if by some miracle, the dragon stone blessed me with five children, only one would be red, and they would be my heir. It wouldn’t matter if

Mother's face reddened as she yelled. "The supposedly last female dragon was to come to our tribe that day to mate with another. It was to help produce a female, which your father and I were against from the beginning; it was all a farce. There never was a female dragon to give to Hildago. Once Adam broke the 'fake news' about a 'fake female dragon' being gifted to Hildago, he went berserk. Adam went as far as having spells planted on a smaller dragon tribe to go rogue, until they were wiped out by our tribe. Innocent dragons, Creed!" Mother pulled her hair.

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

“That was our contact. The man in the video is named Soren. He’s the last of the ancient dragon bloodlines. Royalty in his own right.” Rune’s eyes widen. “Fuck… that’s not good at all. The last of his kind?” he asks and Cassian nods. Malachi clenches his fists, the fighter in him always looking for a way to protect, to avenge. “Then we’ll dig into their histories, find out what Soren’s talking about. There has to be more to this.” Rune places a gentle hand on my shoulder, his calm a counterpoint to Malachi’s storm. “We’ll see how we can fix this, Reyna. We’ll find a way to make amends, for Rhiannon’s sake.”

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

She said quickly into the silence. "No, it's okay...there's really only four of us left that are trueborn dragonblood anymore...the rest have lost the ability to take a true dragon form and therefore lost their Prime status...I'm the only one of my generation, the other three are my Dad and two even older Primes, one in Wales and one in Norway somewhere..." He chuckled with a bitter sound. "It's not even clear if I will be able to shift...it might be that my Dad is the last true Dragon." "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realise any of this..." She sounded sincerely heartbroken and he loved her for her empathy in that moment, despite her own dilemma. "I wish I could hug you right now." She said qu

The only sound was the faint crackling of the fire that burned in the center of the circular table. Around it, six elders sat on their thrones, their eyes fixed on the flames. They were the oldest and wisest of their kind, and they had gathered to discuss a matter of great importance. The last dragon had returned. He was the only one of his generation who had survived the war with the raiders. He had gone into hiding for years, until he had found the gemstone that belonged to his ancestor, the first dragon. The gemstone had awakened his dormant powers, and he had reclaimed his rightful place as the leader of the dragons.

"Yes I am April's mate, chosen by free will and bound to her forever by the dragon bond. My name is Adrastus, but people around here usually refer to me by my title." Todd found himself struggling not to roll his eyes, thinking that this Lord was a little full of himself. "What should I call you then? Lord whoever, or Adrastus?" He replied sarcastically. The dragons answering smile was anything but friendly as his incisors lengthened slightly before Adrastus answered him. " You can call me by my title, but it's not Lord whoever, I prefer Your Majesty from a stranger, I am King Adrastus, the last of the fire dragons, and ruler of all the hoards."

she whispered, her voice filled with love. As Dynaris hugged Ronan, the rest of us stood by, smiling at the heartwarming scene. After a moment, Ronan pulled back and looked at Dynaris with a serious expression. "Dynaris, I have something important to tell you," he said, his voice low and solemn. "Something that affects your future and your destiny." Dynaris's eyes narrowed slightly, her brow furrowing with concern. "What is it, Grandpa-pa?" she asked, her voice cautious. Ronan took a deep breath before speaking. "Dynaris, you are not just any ordinary dragon shifter. You are the last living heir of the ancient dragon throne, and it is your destiny to reclaim it." The rest of us gasped in sho

"You’re not wrong." I froze. The words hit me like a physical blow. "You are the one I need," he continued, his tone firm, unshaken. "And not just because I want you—but because I have to." My breath came faster. "That’s not a good enough reason," I said, barely above a whisper. "You haven’t even heard my reason yet. Or at least you don't understand it." I swallowed, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Lorien’s gaze darkened slightly, as if he were preparing himself. "I am the last of the Solarian dragons."