The Last Dragonborn Novels & Stories

It was said that, a dragon’s instinct was so sharp, the King even in human form could know whether someone was being deceitful. Dragon’s were powerful, fierce and brave but, they were also very intuitive and empathetic. A dragon was loyal, considerate and compassionate. The King was considered a God. Upon reading this, Seraphina felt a sense of pride. From what Bethel had told her about familiars, she understood that a Dragon familiar was extremely rare and hadn’t been seen since King Xaveris, she worried that she wouldn’t be able to live up to the expectations that some may have of her now that her familiar was known. Seraphina continued to read about the King’s trials and tribulations duri

What was the surprise that couldn’t wait until evening? ***** Palash Mithra (Dada) He was a hard-working boy. At 20 he had already managed to find a job as a car mechanic. It gave him a meagre but steady income. When he had lost his parents 6 years back, he was heartbroken. He did not allow himself to grieve. He had a lovely little sister who had to be taken care of. He came from a family where women were respected and treated as equals. The family where women were worshipped as Durga (a female goddess), the eternal power.

But the most interesting was how the first dragon came to be. My nursemaids had told me the story countless of times when I was still young and inexperienced with the world. Back then it was just another bedtime story I chalked up to theatrics and an old maid’s tale to try and bring about sleep for their little charges. Now I filled my time with reading about it. Somewhere in those pages there had to be someone like me. A half-breed. A bastard born. I couldn't recall how many times I had read through volume after volume of dragon history. World history. If there were any being like me, they must not have ever been mentioned. Dragons didn't sire children outside of their clans. To have done s

The prophecy that lay on the prince of dragons, which was to extinct the other supernatural Species like they once tried to do to them, was a sure guarantee of all the enemies the dragons would have. The first that broke the barrier of the dark forest was the Vampires. [A/N-History of the dragons, to get the full story read book/1]. Three months ago had been their last attack, five spies, three died, two escaped heavily wounded, but it was a situation King Saga could not afford to have again. The dragon army on the other hand had grown. The young boys were now men, able to control their dragons and fight like true warriors. "Sidion," the King muttered underneath his breath.

“If he recovers, I will expect you to tell him the secret you carry. If he perishes, then our father the king will demand your life as retribution.” “But I—” “It doesn’t matter if you are innocent or not.” The dragon shrugged, her voice dipping down into a low whisper. “The only thing that will save you then, briefly, is that you carry his grandchildren. Take care how you proceed. Perhaps father will have mercy and only banish you back to Earth after the children are born.”

The young vampire dragon couldn't help but grow some admiration for the creature on its appearance and power alone. "That's… To think that there was such a sleeping monster in here! Lord Chaos, that's a Peak X-Rank Blazing Fire Dragon! It must be the last evolution of these wyrms… it could quite possibly be the parent of all the… ones we had slaughtered," said Belphegor.

Albrecht had watched impassively as its scales began to dull, as its fire weakened, as its body grew tired and weak - but only after two decades of forced captivity in a toxin-filled chamber. And that’s how he’d known that his Gift - like many others - would be rendered useless against one of these beasts. All the while, the egg never hatched. By the time Albrecht came to assume the throne, having slain the last of his own family, the egg had gone nearly seventy years without hatching. The last time Albrecht had bothered visiting that abandoned fortress, he’d all but hurled it across the room, willing it to break. To birth the last living dragon, so that he could bend it to his will.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I thought I was dreaming. The bed was soft. The sheets were smooth. A fire burned in a big fireplace. The air smelled of plants and smoke. This was no dream. The pain was too real. "Why do you call me that?" I asked. My voice was weak. "Queen?" Eren's eyes were soft. "Because that is who you are. You are our Dragon Queen. The last of your family. Do you not remember?" "Dragon... Queen?" I whispered. The words felt strange.