Dragon Prince Fanfic Novels & Stories

These were dragon clan envoys, here to offer wedding gifts. By now, Prince Horace Montgomery must have regained his power, ready to claim Marina in gratitude. In my previous life, Marina, on a cruel whim, had sent me to the hills to pick flowers for her. There, I stumbled upon a man lying wounded and unconscious. I meant to heal him to sate my serpent urges, but when he woke up, he handed me a relic, revealing himself as the Dragon Prince. He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine.

Kat separated from me, stuck her forehead on mine and looked me in the eyes. 'I swear to you that I will never see you again as a maid in trouble,' he said to me. I laughed. "It is supposed to be you, and I, the prince in his brilliant armor, who will fight with dragons for you," I replied. She refused with her head and then came down from my waist, taking off my pants. 'With us the story changed, for it was I who fought with these dragons,' said he. I sat back on the edge of the bed.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

"The Pirate King. Do you really think we can raise an army?" "I think," Saoirse said, looking at the violet spark returning to his eyes, "that between a Dragon and a Viper, the world doesn't stand a chance." Tristan chuckled. He pulled the blanket up over them. "Sleep, Princess. Tomorrow, we start a revolution." Saoirse closed her eyes. The ship rocked them gently. For the first time in weeks, she didn't dream of fire. She dreamed of the sea, and the storm that was coming. End of Chapter 18

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.

Kian explains to her. “Is that the Dragon that-” He cuts her off with a warning look and that only piques my interest. “The dragon you drew?” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as I wait for him to answer. “Yes, I once drew a dragon.” “Something that made you give up a treasure… May I see it?” I ask. Fate paired My Wolf Princess to me, but for a father to give up his child, now that intrigues me. Especially since it was clearly not the norm to give your daughters up for the sake of an alliance in this kingdom.

Across the table, Ciera was carefully studying her plate with the smile of a mother who had absolutely helped pick the stone but would deny it under oath. Lyra studied the little dragon. She turned it over twice, held it against her cheek to test the warmth, and then delivered her verdict with the gravity of a high court. “His name is Smoke. He sleeps with me now.” She fixed Thorin with a look. “You can play with us. Come on.” She seized his hand and towed him out of the dining hall, and the crown prince of the dragon kingdom went without one single backward glance, like a soldier who had just received the only orders that mattered.

I said. "Yeah I was tired one night and our little girl is something like a daredevil. She told me she is tired of baby stories she wants an adventure with dragons." "How did you involve dragons in that story?" I chuckled. "Mateo is the wise-cracking dragon," he laughed and so did I. "You have to tell me more," I said, trying to keep my laughter down. "Well the princess is very beautiful and she's smart and brave," he said, stopping at our room door and taking my hands in his. "And it's rumoured that the prince's love for her only grew over time." He leaned in kissing me.

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

Her aba Mandel speaks from behind, "You're not ready yet for a fight. We'll find another way, okay?" "There's no other way, aba!" she answers. Adamant, she proceeds to the center and vigorously declares, "I, princess Amira, the youngest of the royal draconian, challenge princess Alianah for a fight to determine the strongest fit for prince Hasham's heart." Princess Alianah, a tall, fine and exquisite draconian of minimal golden scales, stands from her seat and declares with so much pride, "I, princess Alianah the third born of the royal draconian, accept the challenge of princess Amira for a duel to determine the strongest and most deserving for prince Hasham." She doesn't keep her mocking g