Dragon Prince Dragons の小説・ストーリー

"Long ago, Dragon existed... But how did they come into existence. There was a war, between two king's... The war was never ending, both sides were equally strong and had great Warriors. In a bid to end the war, one of the king's... King Gerald decided to seek help from a sorcerer. The sorcerer casted a spell on the warriors of the kingdom and that spell turned them into dragons by day and men by night. With the help of the spell, the war came to an end with king Gerald winning of course. The dragon's flew back home, happy to meet with their wives and kids.... eager for the spell to be broken, but a grave news awaited them. The sorcerer had died leaving no clue as to how the spell could be b

"Well, no. I have no idea what color dragons are. For some reason it just never occurred to me that they would be purple." Now his firm chin rises in a jaunty manner. "We are defined by the striking colors of our dragon scales. This identifies our family line even though only four mature male dragons remain. I'm the last of the purple dragons." His eyes go black again as his suffering reaches clear to my soul. Even my wolf whines softly. He's such a disturbed man with so much pain held tightly inside. I wish he would cry again so I could pull his head to my breast. He needs to let the pain escape.

He reached out and took my hand, giving me a quiet sense of security. Everyone crowded around Drakon and Vania, showering them with praise. Only two serving maids stood near Lysander and me. "The Crown Prince is truly remarkable! A golden egg right away!" "Of course! The Crown Prince is a true Gold dragon. His child could only be golden!" Drakon's smile stretched so wide his lips nearly touched his ears. "My child could never be anything less," he boasted. Vania stood beside him, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

Dragons are powerful and magical flying reptile monsters but even they fight in broods, they can't outnumber the human species because of the unlimited power unleashed by the said Heart of Magic. Almost millions of dragons during the war died under the supervision of King Tharks of the Oregon Kingdom until only one baby dragon got survived. He was kept under the unmatched eggs made of a silver medal. He was the last prince of the Dragonese Kingdom, Danym. His parents take him into the wilderness and were buried under the muddy ground until he came out by himself after he heard the chirping of birds in the sky. He roamed his eyes around him and it was like he was lost in the middle of nowhere

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

As a dragon, her growls stun the werewolves at a close distance. Next to Rohan was General Oxland, and coolly claiming his seat beside the general was the CEO of Steele Industries, Cahlel Steele. He focuses his attention on our metal and mining industries. When in dragon form, his scales turn into all kinds of metal and it becomes deadly for the werewolves. Six more dragons joined the conference table, and these were our elders. They were what comprised my father’s council when he still lived and ruled. They were our advisers in just about everything dragon-related, and they were the ones who kept badgering me about finding my mate.

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t

She told me that it had been a while since her dragon was out. “I just worry. I haven’t shifted in so long.” I state. “Everything is going to be fine. My dragon is terribly excited to meet Gemma.” Dray says. “Oh shit, I just realized that I don’t know the names of your dragons.” I blurt out. “Grendel is my dragon's name,” Dray tells me. “My dragon’s name is Haldor,” Drake states.