Dragon Prince Dragons Novels & Stories

Drake didn't yet fully recovered from his first fire injuries, so the second one made him lose his conscience, with excessive pain. "Your highness" Dale and the warriors rushed towards their king and surrounded him protectively. "Is he a dragon?" low murmurs began to erupt among the people. "Yes, he seems to be. Did you look at his wings?" Someone else said. "Yes, he is a dragon" someone else agreed. "A dragon in our midst? I heard they are vicious creatures. What is he doing here? Did he came here to kill us all?" Someone else suspected. "Did you look at his wings? They are so big. I am sure he must be huge in his Dragon form. He could crush us like bugs" someone said in horror.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

Dragons are massive creatures. I wasn’t paying attention to Mona’s directions, I just followed her. We walk out into what looks like a beautiful garden turned into a nightclub. The music is blaring out over the mountain top and this place is already filled with hot guys. Most of them are dragons obviously. I see one girl grab the arm of a male who is standing near her and pull him closer. She gives me a warning look and I just smirk at her. Always so jealous. I laugh to myself. Her stares don’t intimidate me. Dragons may be strong but so am I. I don’t want her man anyway; I just want to dance. I walk through the crowd. Mona pulls me over to a bar. Oh yeah, this prince knows how to throw a pa

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

The beautiful prince had golden orbs that mimics the sun, so enchanting and mesmerizing and his birth had called together the top rank clans, making his mother give him the name, Alaric —Ruler of all—. Prince Alaric grew up to follow his name. With his long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, he was respected wherever he stepped foot and when his dragon scales appeared, they were golden that the sun reflects on them. Not only was he a handsome being, he was the strongest of all. Already stronger than his father and without the dragon king’s fire. On his two thousandth birthday as per the rule of their clan, he was crowned the Dragon king, and therefore, inherited the Dragon king’s blazing fi

Not if they really were dragon shifters. Out of the corner of her eye, something gray and black flitted down the great dragon’s side, and she let herself glance there for a precious half-second to see the Prince crawling upside down off the elder dragon’s neck. His wings were outstretched as he climbed down with his thumb-like claw hooks, and now she saw something else peculiar. He had four wings now, two smaller ones that the main ones overlapped halfway. And the gnarled horns protruding from his head that looked more like ram’s horns than a dragon’s, those hadn’t been there before. At the movement, many of the warriors standing around them shifted to face both dragons with bared teeth and

They didn't bother much with humans, they saw them as weak and were at the very bottom of the food chain. Dragons were hot blooded, they burnt with ferocity as much as they did with lust. And they were those amongst them who liked the pliant and weak Humans in their bed, which was why seeing Dragons in human Brothels such as this one was common. Like Werewolves, Dragons had mates. Unlike Werewolves, Dragons could only mate once in their lives, they cherished their chosen mates. A dragon's mate was their inverse scale, those who were lucky enough to find their mates cherished them.

I hope, like the last three times he went out, that he comes home without an egg. There are six colors of dragons – the rarest are the golden queens. They are the most powerful of all dragons. Their mates are primarily the formidable silver dragons, known for their speed, agility, and power. But there are also bronze dragons, always males, who, in rare instances, are strong enough to mate with a queen. Then there are green dragons who are also male and red and blue dragons, which are always females, and usually mate with green or bronze dragons. I hate the practice of hunting dragon eggs. Dragon riders are rare, exceptionally rare. However, those who become dragon riders have the power and s

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."