Dragon Prince Star Elves Novels & Stories

they said in unison. The villagers looked around in confusion. Even Eirlys stood motionless beside me, her hand finding mine instinctively. The older Alpha dismounted without any assistance. His sharp silver eyes swept across the village, taking in the cottages, the people, and finally landing on one very small boy clutching a carved wooden wolf. Auren blinked up at the tall stranger curiously. The stranger blinked back at him. For the first time in decades, the Alpha Warlord Alaric Drakhar forgot every royal protocol he had ever known. His voice, feared by kings and generals across the continent, came out unexpectedly gentle.

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

They all stopped briefly after stepping quite near to me before little by little, they inched closer. “No, wait!” Elfina shouted and shielded me. “This dragon will not harm you, trust me!” The crowd that had completely surrounded my upper half went silent. “P-Princess?” One of the villagers reaffirmed. “Yes, I am Elfina Rustaval, Crown Princess of the Rustaval Kingdom. I returned after being saved by this dragon.” Elfina said sounding glad. She then motioned to me while addressing me as savior. Some of the villagers looked glad, while some others is still confused. But there’s one expression that they made in unison, that is the hostile look they threw me after that one moment.

Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward. I took a deep breath. We could not retreat. I took off my jacket and stood bare-chested on the highest point of the reef. At that moment, I pushed the Dragon Lord talent to its limit. Golden light surged from my chest and spread through my blood vessels across my body. Faint scale patterns appeared on my skin, and my eyes turned into vertical pupils. Half-dragon form, unlocked ahead of schedule. "Break." Golden pressure swept outward from me like a tangible storm.

“She must rediscover her true identity. She needs to understand that she is not just Leo, but Leora Astara Sindarin, the Princess prophesied to be our Champion. Her destiny lies in the balance of a realm's salvation. “I think that’s a lot to ask of just one Fae,” I interjected, laced with skepticism. “You’re expecting her to save the entire Elphame Realm; Seelie, UnSeelie, and even the Sheol.” “Of course, not on her own,” came the calm reply, confident yet gentle. “She will need her supporters. Her mates. And her armies.” she said the last with a hushed voice, but I heard her. “Armies,” the voice echoed incredulously. “You do realize she’s been away from the Fae for two decades? And you bel

"Enough already with the journey. I know the Meivs wants me dead and my journey is to survive… wait… Elf princess? When and where do I find this Elf princess?" "Don't worry, soon enough. And what about finding a way back home?" "Umm I, well I found a reason to stay" "Very good! You are ready. This is your home too Pradai" "No. Can't be. By the way please I need you to heal Iliya please" Pradai said kneeling down before the dragon. "Hmmm. I am sorry Pradai Monk" "What? You can't heal her?" Pradai stood up disappointedly

“Yes, we have the Prince Alaren from Reknoc with us.” “Ah,” I considered that. A Dwarven prince, no less. This battle had the potential to be recorded throughout history by bardic tale and sonnet, a war involving mankind, a dragon, a princess, dwarves and the brethren… It was an intriguing mix. If the Elves and Fae joined, it would be historic.

So, I wasted precious time putting it on while he raced into the fight. By the time I was dressed and flying outside to find him, elves had surrounded Cal and Eliane’s dragon babies. Phoenix and joined the fight, blowing our fire on the elves as they tried to bury the dragons in the earth. Either these elves are stupid or they don’t understand that Cal and Eliane have all four elements with half-grown dragons that also have multiple elements. However, they sent what looks like a hundred elves to attack them and even Cal and Eliane are struggling to keep up with the attack against their thirty-eight babies.

We took the horses to the inn's meduim-sized stable and headed towards the inn's open double doors. I could hear loud laughter and cheers. I could even hear loud slurred singing. I walked closely beside Morph as three... men--not quite the right description because the man in the middle had hind limbs and the tail of a horse--Ha. He had long hair as dark as night and he grinned at me while the male beside him steadied him when he staggered again. I ogled the male's gold and green translucent wings and almost didn't catch the apologetic glance he threw my way for his drunk friend's attitude. I gave a curt nod and he smiled slightly, revealing two long canines that looked sharp. From the books

I am dressed far more elegantly now, wearing a long dress that crosses my body in shifting silks of smoky grey and black, and as I move forward, the shadows of my dress give way to vibrant reds and golds with a touch of deep violet. I look like a galaxy, swirling darkness kissed with the burning heat of stars. Pulling back my hood, I do see one important change. My eyes are no longer the golden hue of a sun dragon, at least not entirely. They are ringed in deepest black, like my fathers, dancing with specks of white and gold. Reaching up, I touch my face to make sure it is real, that it is me. “The Elf King is going to burn my body. He thinks he has you and my egg.”