
falling for the Last Dragon Lord
Dorita Okhiria · Completed · 166.8k Words
Introduction
on Mika's eighteenth birthday, it was meant to be as usual, a frustrating day. That was Until he came.
it was meant to be easy. come in, wipe them out and leave. he was not expecting to find his mate among the people that took his own.
torn with the need to procreate to preserve his kind and the hate he feels for her kind. the love between them seems unlikely.
Chapter 1
“Seal the entrance!!” I watched as my father yelled, looking ahead with slight fear in his eyes, but at the same time, I could tell that there was this burst of adrenaline flowing through his veins. “do you want to do the honors mika?” he asked, looking at me with a smile wide on his face as he stretched the blades towards me.
I looked at the blade stretched out in his hands.
This was it, every hunters dream, I had waited my whole life for this, dreamed of the day I would make the flock proud but standing here, in this moment? I felt sick to my stomach.
“come on now” my dad said, pressing the knife to my hand, forcing me to take it. I looked at the people that had battle scars on their bodies, some bruises from the fire that we had created, burning their houses to the ground. “… we have to rid this word of these evil.. These monsters” he spat, looking from me to the people that had been tied on the floor like meat to be slaughtered.
One of them laughed. It was a woman. She looked as though she was their leader or something. “you ambushed us, killed our people unprovoked and destroyed our people, yet we are the monsters?” she said, looking at all of us standing in front of them before her eyes rested on me.
“Humans” she said, kissing her teeth while she looked at me in disdain “always looking for who to blame for your destruction” she said, her eyes going back to my father.
“I have had enough!” he said, going into rage as he lifted the knife into the air, taking it to her chest in full force.
I stood there, a cold feeling creeping into my body as the blood splashed on my face.
“now, are you going to get cold feet, or are you going to make a statement as an heir to the hunters clan” my father said, the smile on his face now completely wiped off as he spoke, stretching the now bloody knife my way.
I let out a shaky breath, taking the cold metal from him and walking over to the child at the other side, not too far from the woman.
He looked to be in his teenage years, sixteen at most. “Fuckinghunt-” I did not let him finish his words, slicing his neck in the precise manner my father had been teaching me how to do it for the past three month.
It was clean, smooth and less messy than what my fathers. “I told you all she is a natural at this!!” my father praised, rubbing my head as he spoke but I drowned out his voice.
I did it.
I killed a person, a living breathing human being, just like me.
The thought made my hands tremble as I looked at them. It was not an animal this time, no. It was a person, a human being.
I watched the light and hatred sip out of the boys’ eyes as the blood rushed from his neck.
“no!” someone called from another side of the circle they had formed while kneeling down before us. No doubt it was a family as they looked just alike.
The woman was next. Her death a little more traumatic as my father decided it was best to stab her multiple times, causing her pain before finally putting her out of her misery.
It was almost dawn now and all the members of the clutch were dead, their blood sipping into the earth.
“The dragons are dead!!!!” my dad yelled, the happiness in his voice undeniable. “we have conquered the last of their kind!!!” the other men around started cheering, the happiness in their voice something that could not be mistaken.
Suddenly, their happiness was cut off as the sounds from the room closest to the window caught every one’s attention.
“Someone is still there” someone said, grabbing his knife a little tighter.
“Search the perimeter! They cannot escape” my dad yelled, everyone on command started matching inside desperate to find the last dragon that was most likely to escape.
I felt myself move on command, for some reason, my legs carried me faster than everyone else’s.
I pulled down the door, as best as my little thirteen year old hands could, looking inside to see it.
He was changed half way, scales on his body, claws out as well as his wings, he was sweating as though he had been left to boil.
He was morphing. I thought, looking at the boy from head to toes as he looked panicked.
“Don’t come any further!” he snapped, trying to sound strong but I could hear the fear in his voice all too well.
He looked my age or at least a few years more. I bit my lip, the blood from earlier still on my body.
“I …” I took a step further, trying to get away from the door way in case anyone was hearing me. “i want to hear you” he looked at me, hardly believing me and honestly, it was not like i could blame him.
The blood of his people laid on me like a blanket.
“You don’t have to trust me” I said, dropping my knives on the floor to show that I meant no harm. “but I don’t think this is right, and this is my own little way of trying to make it right” Isaid.
He seemed to have eased up a bit, finally seeing that I was not a threat. “Mika? Did you see anything?” my dad called, making me snap my head towards the door.
“Take this window” I whisper yelled, looking at the window on the left side of the room. “ most men are looking for you and the ones outside are at the front and by the right side of the land, the left is completely free” I said, trying to get him to the window by pulling him but then I bit back the pain that shot through me as I touched him.
His body was hot, way more than normal.
“Don’t touch me” he grumbled, taking a step back from me. I nodded, biting my lips to keep myself from screaming from the stinging pain.
“Hey” I called back, looking at him, the scales on his body were becoming more and more pronounced “be safe. I can’t do much if they catch you out there”
He looked at me long and hard.
“Your kind wiped away my family and destroyed my home. Do not expect any kind of gratitude from me” he said, looking at me with a murderous look in his eyes…
Last Chapters
#158 Mika Xarion
Last Updated: 12/29/2025#157 breathing in
Last Updated: 12/29/2025#156 dying
Last Updated: 12/27/2025#155 welcome home
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#154 on the lips
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#153 the future
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#152 meet with him
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#151 please, take me to him
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#150 drifting to sleep
Last Updated: 12/24/2025#149 you serve me
Last Updated: 12/24/2025
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