Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon

Step into the scales of Ancalagon, the Alpha of Alphas, the last pure dragon, whose fiery defiance shakes the very foundations of the supernatural world. After brutally fending off yet another foolish claimant, his existence is a tempest of power and solitude. But a flicker of hope, or perhaps a new inferno, ignites when whispers of his lost mate, Eliane, surface. Yet, she's intertwined with Snow, a dragon with his own complex origins and secrets. Is Eliane truly his fated mate, or another challenge in a world determined to control him? Prepare for a thrilling journey of elemental fury, hidden truths, and the desperate search for connection in a world brimming with danger.

Ancalagon: The Last Pure Dragon

Step into the scales of Ancalagon, the Alpha of Alphas, the last pure dragon, whose fiery defiance shakes the very foundations of the supernatural world. After brutally fending off yet another foolish claimant, his existence is a tempest of power and solitude. But a flicker of hope, or perhaps a new inferno, ignites when whispers of his lost mate, Eliane, surface. Yet, she's intertwined with Snow, a dragon with his own complex origins and secrets. Is Eliane truly his fated mate, or another challenge in a world determined to control him? Prepare for a thrilling journey of elemental fury, hidden truths, and the desperate search for connection in a world brimming with danger.

The scorching sun beat down on the Academy's claiming grounds, but Ancalagon barely registered its heat. His gaze was fixed on the crumpled form of the elf prince, now a blistered, broken mess at his feet. Smoke still curled from the earth where Ancalagon's fire had met the elf's pathetic barrier.

“How dare you?” he hissed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air. “How dare you think that you were worthy of claiming me? I am an Alpha. I am the last pure dragon. You are nothing compared to me.”

His paw, immense and heavy, descended, talons pressing into the earth beside the cowering elf. His father's voice, then his mother's, cut through his fury, pleading for him to stop. He paused, his gaze meeting his mother’s. He owed her everything. With a grunt of displeasure, he lifted his paw.

“Come for me again, and I will smash you into the ground,” he snarled, a final warning. Then, with a mighty roar of defiance, he launched himself into the sky, the unclaimed dragons of his horde rising to join him, their bellows echoing his contempt for those who dared try to shackle a dragon.