Romans & histoires Dragon Prince Fanfiction

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

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 swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

I said, kissing him on the cheek. "My wife, I love you too, and starting today, we will face life's challenges together," Darcus declared. I nodded, embracing him and sharing another passionate kiss. ******* Note for Readers: The captivating chapter of the Dragon King's human mate comes to a close in this book. But fear not, for the journey continues in the next installment, "Warlock Dragon Mate," which serves as the sequel to this story. In the upcoming book, we will delve into the adventures of James and a new female lead character, bringing forth an exciting new chapter. Get ready to immerse yourself in the enchanting world once again and enjoy the thrilling continuation of this series. H

The dragon beneath him stirred, muscles tightening, wings pressing invisibly, reacting to the intimacy of their bond. Her hands moved to his shoulders, then tangled in his hair, drawing him closer. Every inch of her ached with desire, but fear of losing control held her for only a heartbeat. Verath’s lips trailed down her neck, brushing over sensitive skin, igniting fire that spread through her veins. She shivered, leaning into him instinctively, feeling the bond surge with every pulse of their combined magic. “You’re mine,” he whispered, voice rough and possessive, amber eyes glowing as he pressed against her fully. The dragon thrummed beneath him, responding to the desire, flaring warmth a

Augur said. “It would certainly help in this instance” Markus said, everyone near nodding in agreement, except Deacon, Minet and Justin, who looked at each other for a second. “If I may, would this solution not work on the young prince? He is fused with a dragon, making him highly resistant to such solutions” Deacon said, walking forwards again. “For once you are correct” Markus said, scratching his chin, Augur also stopped abruptly, they obviously had not factored this into their scheme.

"A snake?" The crowd gasped in disbelief. The Crown Prince of the dragon realm had fathered a golden snake? The color was the same, but the very species was wrong. Drakon's smile froze on his face. He lunged forward, grabbed the tiny serpent, and held it up to his eyes. His expression twisted with disbelief. "Impossible! Impossible! This is not my get!" He flung the serpent aside. In one stride, he crossed to Vania and struck her across the face. His eyes burned crimson.

“He left her side before any of us could tell him she isn't. Now he wont listen to anyone. I saw him so happy sleeping in the field, almost like the moon goddess herself gave him hope. He woke up and thrashed that field in his dragon form. He soon shifted back and passed out.” “When a dragon feels like its mate is lost it’s not something easily reversed. Even bringing her in front of him might not help him.” The doc sighed pained there great prince was suffering. “We hope there love will heal each other. We are just waiting for her strength to gain so she can come to him.” Ben said trying to sound hopeful even though the docs words where sinking in. “I am here to make sure he pulls through e

Her instincts screamed that this man—this dragon—was a predator in the shape of a king, and still her body betrayed her, trembling not just with dread, but something achingly close to anticipation. "To take you as tribute, to spare his people. He would have offered his crown, his blade, his soul. But none of it mattered." The warlord stepped closer. "You mattered." "I am not a—" "Prize?" His voice dipped into something dark, velvet-wrapped steel. "No. You’re the offering." The room spun. She kept her feet through sheer force of will. "You burn like power wrapped in silk," he murmured, eyes dragging down her body with deliberate, predatory hunger. "I could smell it from the gates."

Stiles. The baby dragon climbed onto my head and settled there like a crown. Pandora laughed even harder. I covered my face. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster. Somewhere inside the palace, King Eldric sat at his desk reviewing reports. A servant stood nearby describing the tiny dragon. The king listened patiently. At first he looked amused. By the end of the story, he looked curious. A smile appeared on his face. "Bring them to me in the morning." Outside his window, the evening sky darkened over Scorish. Inside the palace, a baby dragon slept on Maria's head without a care in the world. Tomorrow, Stiles was going to meet a king.