The Last Dragonslayer Book Novels & Stories

I need more juice. "Time to face my karma again." He said to himself while cleaning himself up and the gem. * Cai Kang and Kurai continue reading without much interruption but they read by chapters and compare notes before reading onto the next in silence. The book is the abridged version and around thirteen chapters detailing successful dragon kings although the details are more on the originals.

Thank you for readying Maliyah's Mates! As always please tell me what you think, your feedback is important to me. Keep an eye out for book 5, the dragon's twins. I am working on the second book of The Alpha's Tribrid currently and will start on the dragon's twins afterwards. Let me know what you'd like to see happen in The Dragon's Twins! Thank you all for your support as I go on this journey of writing these stories. Please comment and let me know your thoughts! I have many many more stories with written outlines so keep an eye out.

"This is impossible." "It should be." She sighed. "But fate rarely obeys reason." The stars darkened. Fire consumed the memories. The Devourer appeared within them. Younger. Larger. Its scales shone like polished obsidian. It wasn't alone. Thousands of black dragons followed behind it. Entire civilizations burned beneath their wings. The seven dragons fought. One after another... They fell. Until only one remained. The golden Guardian. Broken. Bleeding. Still standing. "The last battle," the old woman whispered.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Erlind had to call the guards to take her out because of that. Larice went furious. She’d been looking for books and historical records about dragons that were slain ten years ago during the attack in her village, but she never found any. And in the previous months, she only found books about dragon islands and their livelihood and culture and whatever—how could she care? Who in the world would care about what those beasts do with their lives? For sure, they had all lived for the same purpose—burning villages and killing innocent people … because that’s the only thing they’re capable of. Why couldn’t they just die, all of them? They had no heart.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

“He’s dead, Dragon Lord. It was a suicide mission. Him and his men came with bombs strapped to their bodies. He tricked the Emperor Dragon into believing he was coming to make a truce, and blew this place to pieces.” A vein pulsed on the Dragon’s forehead as fury coursed through his blood. His people had been massacred at the hands of a lesser kind, and he burned with a desire for revenge. “His mate still rules? You asked me to save you from her?” “No, Dragon Lord. Not his mate. His daughter now occupies the throne.” The Dragon vividly recalled the Lycan King’s daughter. Their last encounter had left a bitter taste in his mouth. “You beg at my feet to save you from a sixteen-year-old she-wol

[Carnelia] I never expected that the name that would spring from her lips would be the same as the name I first encountered at the beginning of this adventure, in the pages of a children’s book read to me by my mate before I even understood what a mate really was. Even before I knew what it was to be a dragon, that name had importance to me. That book was the first book I ever read. My name, Carnelia, was picked from its pages. Oaestr is the mother of all dragonkind. The first of us. Surely she isn’t that Oaestr. I’m not even sure that she was ever anything more than a fantasy story told to hatchlings to help them make sense of the confusing world we live in.

I want to run, but I’m too afraid. “I assure you, Tru. I am not doing this in gest. I don’t know why humans forgot about the night’s children and us. I’m going to find the answers, but I need someone to help me.” The fight is over in minutes. Bodies litter the ground. Some burnt from fire and others torn apart by teeth and talons. Six dragons lay on the ground. It’s clear they didn’t make it. I watch as a red dragon makes its way to the fallen ones. It lets out a roar, and the other dragons follow. Some lift the deceased dragons, while some begin to gather wood, and the others start burning what’s left on the field.

Astrid swallowed with a nod. “I, Radcliff the Firebreath, The Red Dragon Slayer, challenge the three of you at the same time to fight against me. The winner will get the dragon magic stone that is in this sword,” challenged Radcliff with a smug grin that was clearly contemptuous and condescending. Draco took one step forward and glared at Radcliff. "We accept your challenge. I, Draco Black, The Son of Zergenth, The Sky Protector, The Last Dragon, challenge you Dragon Slayer,” Draco replied with a serious face.