Dragon Heir Book Novels & Stories

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

I step past him and return to the balcony. Below, the dragons shift restlessly as the wind grows stronger. Storm clouds gather across the horizon. Perfect. Even the sky feels it coming. “She is the bridge,” I continue quietly. “The living key between realms.” The captain swallows. “Yes, my lord.” “And if she stands with Aurelion… then his reign becomes eternal.” Silence. “Which,” I say softly, “is unacceptable.” My gaze drifts toward the distant valley where the first faint glimmers of dragonfire appear against the night sky.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

“No priestly confinement. No isolation. No rituals conducted without my consent.” “And hers,” Lyra added quietly. The council erupted. “This is madness—” “You cannot shelter her from destiny—” “The mate bonds are breaking—” “That’s enough,” I growled, letting my wolf bleed into my voice. The walls seemed to lean inward under the pressure. “If the realm is fracturing, it’s because you keep trying to force ancient systems to obey your fear.” The words tasted like treason. Cian’s eyes darkened. “If she is the Heir, Alpha… then the realm may not survive her defiance.”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

Perhaps she had woken up in a dream, Minerva thought and looked at the creature that was standing near a huge rock. The creature was a dragon and Minerva was certain of it but it was slightly different from what she had heard. People say dragons are black and ugly but the one before her was nothing ugly. So blue and beautiful. " You're awake," someone said and Minerva immediately recognized the voice. Composing herself, she stood up to look across from where she was standing to see him. He was standing there, like a Greek god Minerva had heard about because of their handsomeness. Minerva couldn't imagine such a beautiful man exists while she was hoping to befriend Noah, the most handsome boy

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Konn left the room unsatisfied, and Gray was waiting outside for him. When I opened my eyes, I left the room and walked down the hall until I saw Konn talking to Gray. It was clear to me that my third eye was seeing into the present properly again. I didn’t even have to try very much. All I had to do was think of Konn. I went back to the classroom before Konn could spot me. Lexus stared at me when I walked in then went back to his lesson. “Elf kingdoms now allows all kinds of creatures within its borders. It’s all thanks to a South Elven Queen who married a Dragon shifter which made him King. Dragon shifter blood still runs in the southern elf kingdoms royalty.” I liked learning about the hi

Talia wondered if the work he was rushing off had been done to put him in such a jolly mood. "Here." It took the young woman a minute before she realised that once again Zeus was talking to her. She tilted her head and almost started in shock at the item that her father was holding out toward her. Toes curling around the sand and she'd dug her feet into, Talia blinked at the black cover of a thick book, crimson writing over the top. The God of Lightning cleared his throat. "I was going to gift this to you on your wedding day."