Dragon Prince Dragons Novels & Stories

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.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

Even with the Dragonoid's wealth spanning the Four Seas and its profound heritage, there weren't many ninth-grade spiritual herbs in their treasury. After returning to his senses from his surprise, Drake immediately turned to the elder beside him and asked, "How many spiritual stones do we have left, great elder?" Calvert replied in a deep voice, "Your Highness, less than five hundred thousand!" "That's enough!" Drake said firmly. He believed that with his identity as the Crown Prince of Dragonoid, even if Juan was from the Grandiuno Holy Land, he would still have to show him some respect. Except for the saintmen of various sacred lands or the supreme paragon elders, the other rogue fighters

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

It's height and size alone covered a large part of the field. " Minerva? Are you alright?" Vincent asked as he closed on her. Everyone could see Minerva and the dragon but had no idea what was happening there and they were good scared to move. " Vincent! The dragon, it's here for me. Do you know about this one?" A prince might have an understanding about their history. " It's an old dragon but not the oldest. They disappeared two hundred years ago and no one knew where they went. This is the first time in two hundred years since the dragons made an appearance in their home, RedShire."

she teased, grinning at them. “My Prince,” Alicia said, bowing before them. “Alicia, please,” Corithias said, causing her to rise before him. “We are friends. Although you are more used to my dragon form, I am still the same friend you came to know. I am your dragon. When we are alone, let’s just be ourselves, okay?” He asked, kissing her hand. Alicia was mesmerized by his dazzling sapphire blue eyes. She could barely believe this human was her dragon, but obviously he was, and he was a prince. He wore the clothing and crown of a prince standing before her now, and she smiled at how handsome he looked.

Across the canyon, a giant turquoise lizard slept. I could hear Prince Monster continuing to rattle. “But I don’t see any empty ones.” He stepped up next to me and grew extremely still and quiet. I glanced at him to see the awe on his face. “A dragon…” he murmured. “Dragon?” I asked quietly, placing a hand on the glass wall. “Yes. I am a dragon.” The voice rumbled comfortingly. Prince Monster nodded. “They are vicious, ferocious monsters with an appetite for men and a hatred for humans.”

I grunted. "It is strange you didn't tell me you are not a trouble! I can clearly see where your priorities lie," the dragon chuckled, his voice low and dangerously addictive. I didn't need these kind of temptations right now, or distractions, when I was trying to steal the prince's damn crown before his coronation.

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.