Dragon Prince Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Father replied grimly. Lisa covered her mouth. I felt cold again, that same unnatural cold. “He is not simply a prince,” Father said. “He is the Dragon Kingdom’s greatest weapon.” Father finally turned his gaze back to me. The kingly authority melted away, replaced by a gaze so full of agony and love that it made my chest ache. He walked to me, his hands reaching out to cup my face. "I wish there was another way, Diana," he rasped, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I would trade my own life a thousand times to spare you from this. But the marriage between our two races is pivotal to our survival. If we falter, we die."

He lifts me up and enters the steamy hot water with me; he sits and I lean back against his chest in the hot bubbly goodness. “So, let’s hear it.” I say as he massages my shoulders. My eyes roll, and a moan leaves me before my eyes close. His fingers feel so good against my skin. “I was in the Dragon Realm. I wanted to restore it to its former glory for Cyra. After all, she isn’t just the future heir to the Phoenix Kingdom. She is the future heir to the Dragon Realm.” I lean forward and look at him over my shoulder. “She is the princess of both. I am King Apollo’s son. I am the current ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

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.

Yes, the colors fit for a king. The Draco roared once more as the colors surrounded its body, slowly changing it to a more regal and terrifying form. Eventually, the dust settles and the Draco’s soul successfully fuses with the psion stone. Looking truly magnificent, the Draco looks at David, who’s managed to force himself to stand. He was swaying from all of the pain that he was suffering. The Draco snorted. An appearance befitting for one who challenged the one true king of the forest. David glared at the Draco. He was in pain and too tired for all the shit that was happening around him.

He screamed for help and everybody just looked at him blankly as they did back in his office when he told them about the attack. Before he could broke down on his knees in tears and beg them to save Emily, Doctor Snyder jumped to help him, Drake could tell by the doctor's gaze that he knew everything about him. Well his love story was indeed quite famous; a dragon prince who left his kingdom for a human and after she died he gave up his powers so he could live in the human world with her memories, in a hope that they would meet again.

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.

My mate and her new chosen, that fucking Dragon prince Max, are engulfed in each other’s embrace. Damon goes on wild beast mode as I fight the urge to shift right now. I was also fuming here with this show of love of my mate for another man. I clenched my jaw and balled my fist tightly as claws dug in my flesh and blood dripping on the floor when that fucking dragon kissed what’s mine! I fought the urge to burn the whole fucking world to the ground. How could she kiss him back? I lost all my senses as a vicious growl of pain erupted from me. Burning my heart with the silver.

He is unstoppable acquiring the precious stone of the world. Dahlia Ofemia’s is a simple woman with dreams to be a famous writer, influenced to write by his Grandpa who adopt her and the owner of a humble Milktea Shop. Her Grandpa loves to tell the story about the lonely dragon prince, and Dahlia decides to give a shot to write after her grandpa’s fictional idea. One night the moon is full while walking in the rush hours street, an accident is about to happened, if the dragon prince unwillingly to save her. After a thousand years, it is the first time the lips of the dragon prince touched human lips.

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.

"Heavily. Pretend you are drunk. I will carry you." Tristan looked at her. He saw the fire in her eyes. The ice was gone. The mouse was gone. "Yes, Princess," he breathed. He leaned his weight on her. She took it. Together, the wounded Viper and the grieving Dragon walked out of the tower to face the monster they had just wounded.