The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

But the girl was adamant. “It’s true, sir,” she said, still struggling against my grip. “Queen Mila is the last dragon. Our lady. Our fearsome queen.” “A queen of what?” I scoffed. “I saw no other dragons in there, just different animals. Cats, birds, lizards…”

It was indescribably enduring. Both surprised and excited, Darryl took the baby dragon into his hand so delicately as though he was scared he would drop it. The baby dragon looked intently at Darryl like it's known him for a very long time. It squeaked and leaned into Darryl with its tiny head. Indeed, the baby dragon's soul once belonged to Jewel. Diaochan had merged her soul into the dragon egg with a special technique and hence, Jewel's soul still existed within the realm and was overwhelmed with joy at the sight of Darryl. However, dragons were the most powerful enchanted beast in the world with long lifespan and formidable powers. Their growth could be extremely slow in the eyes of a mo

The DragonBorns lost their ability to spit fire. Until now. Draekon had been born holding the first Golden Dragon egg in centuries. The curse had chosen him. He was the hybrid who would decide whether the DragonBorns rose again or remained cursed. Draekon had finally agreed to give the DragonBorns their ability to spit fire again, after several meetings and agreements. He was going to take one of the noble DragonBorn females offered to him today, as his chosen mate. In exchange, the DragonBorns would bend the knee, recognizing him as their Sovereign ruler.

Everything was still the same for Drake he was the last heir of the most strongest dragon lineage; he was a smart billionaire and he was strong but most importantly he was immortal. It was not hidden from anyone that dragons have longer life span, longer than any creature but just like any other creature they must die eventually unless they got killed by unfortunate conspiracies first whatever the reason might be they had to die that was the law of nature but Drake contradicted the law by becoming immortal when he sacrificed his powers for her. He lost his healing powers, power to control fire and his throne to became the next dragon king of dragon realm he never rejoice in his powers of imm

His father looked down at him with eyes so alive and filled with untold tales. "I think it’s time for you to have my bow, Caleb," Joshua stated, warmth pooling in every word. The bow had been crafted from a rare Black Willow tree during his travels to Aurelia, the weathered ridges along the wood revealed years of use from the numerous trips he’d made over the years. "It's yours now," he imparted, leaving Caleb with a legacy of resilience and love. “Now that I have taught you all that I can, you are ready to set out on your own adventures, son.” His words still haunted Caleb’s memory, because three days later, his father was murdered. He snatched the bow off its hook then secured it, and the

“I don’t trust you.” “You must, because if this princess is truly what I believe she is, her death means the end of her line… the end of the specific power. The dragon ancestor who passed these gifts down to their mortal line… well, those types of dragons don’t exist anymore. Princess Maxiana is the last of her kind.” I search the queen's eyes. “What type of dragon?” “A Golden Dragon. They were gone long before you were born, King of Thunder and Night.” She squeezes my hand then whispers, “Protect her. I will not take her from you. You have my word.”

What they don't say is what happens after. What happens after is this. Just this. And it is more than enough. THE END SHADOWBORN: The Rise of the Dragon Wolf

“You have finally returned.” His family’s sacred duty had always been to serve as the ultimate guardians, awaiting the Queen’s reawakening. I helped him to his feet, taking his hand in mine. Our palms were scorching hot. Behind us, the other two eggs, sensing my power, also burst open with two sharp cracks. Two more majestic young dragons shot out, circling us with excited cries. I looked at my mate, my children, and the world at my feet that was about to bow to me once more.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

When I opened my eyes, the dragon clan's envoy procession had already arrived. A piercing roar echoed from the horizon. Storm clouds churned. Several massive, pitch-black dragons tore through the sky, their armored riders perched upon their backs. The dragons exhaled a scorching breath, whipping up a blinding gale of dust. Everyone at Silvermoon Manor was on their knees, too terrified to lift their heads. My heart sank. Reality hit me: I had been reborn.