Janai Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

"I know, Son, but we have to find that Gem and save them both; come on, let's get back to the jeep so that we can make our way to the bunker. Darius and his pack will protect them; it's the safest place for them here." "Yeah" I reply as half of Darius's pack leads us out of the forest and back to our jeep; I climb inside, feeling broken. I never for a minute thought that I would be leaving Eden Forest without Anna. I hold my head in my hands as a million thoughts run through my mind; I'm a fucking Dragon King, for Christ's sake; life doesn't get much weirder than that, now does it, and Dylan is my brother, not just my brother but a Dragon Prince; how the hell can I be a dragon, though? I kno

The dragon's scales cracked like thunder splitting a tree, and suddenly a man stood where the beast had been, eyes locked on mine with zero warning. I froze mid-step on the beach, tools still in hand from patching the yacht. Avery spun beside me, half-shifted with claws out. The crew scattered behind us, shouting questions, but this guy just raised his hands slow, like he knew one wrong move meant death. "Easy," he said, voice smooth but edged with exhaustion. "No more fire. No more fighting. I am Prince Kenji of the Eastern Empire. That test is over."

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

The universe had decided to give me another one, in a place I did not know, in a body that was not mine, with a family that had already sold me before I had even opened my eyes. "When you say Dragon King," I said carefully, "you mean that literally. You mean an actual dragon." Nobody answered. Which was, honestly, answer enough. Oh my Goddess.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

Long Chen said calmly, looking at the man. "Hahaha, indeed, I am not you. I am the one called the Dragon Emperor, and I am the Dragon God who stands equal among the gods. My name is Long Jinzi. How about it? Interesting, isn't it? You're surprised, aren't you?" Long Jinzi introduced himself arrogantly to Long Chen. Long Chen remained silent upon hearing that the man before him was the Dragon Emperor, but in Long Chen's heart, there was no sense of awe or pride like others who were proud to meet their ancestors or other powerful beings.

my words trail. “Neptunes nipples, Dysnomia! You are a dragon princess! Your mother was fated to the dragon prince! She was taken from him. You are the product of love and destiny. No stop this cycle of thought. Tonight won’t be easy. We have everything in our favour but we still have to properly fight for it. Our pup will not be safe from Zareds wrath once he figures out it's not his. That it's Janus’ blood that flows through their veins.”

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….

The dark wings shook in fright. "We have to ask; we have to find her. The Duke is furious." My head tilted, my braids swayed to the left of my head when I approached. They both kneeled my mouth now in a thin line. "Please, don't hurt us," one shook. "We are looking for a girl, purple gown. It is the Duke's, future mate." My dragon didn't like it; he growled out of my mouth. The wind churned the leaves around them, knocking them over on their asses while my dragon snarled once more. Smoke infiltrated their lungs. "Leave," he spoke. "Come again, and you'll be minced meat." Smells of urine wafted in the air, both grabbing hold of each other like hatchlings in a storm. Smoke escaped from my nost

Declan muttered while his head was still lowered. “Wait, so you’re saying you’re a—” Rayna said with rounded eyes. I nodded before she could finish her sentence. “Su-Anateph means ‘Your Majesty’ in dragon tongue, Rayna, and yes, I am the King of the Dragons, although I prefer not to be called one,” I explained. From my periphery, Kelan rose and neared me. “Your mate here is too humble to accept his status as our ruler, Your Highness,” he said just as he playfully threw an arm over my shoulder.