Janai Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

she teased, grinning at them. “My Prince,” Alicia said, bowing before them. “Alicia, please,” Corithias said, causing her to rise before him. “We are friends. Although you are more used to my dragon form, I am still the same friend you came to know. I am your dragon. When we are alone, let’s just be ourselves, okay?” He asked, kissing her hand. Alicia was mesmerized by his dazzling sapphire blue eyes. She could barely believe this human was her dragon, but obviously he was, and he was a prince. He wore the clothing and crown of a prince standing before her now, and she smiled at how handsome he looked.

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

“I doubt that. I’m so sorry to disappoint you, Princess. But your understanding of the dragon and all that he does is far from correct.” Nya couldn’t believe her ears. Nor could she trust the man in front of her. “And how the hell do you know?” she demanded. “Who are you? Some sort of a… dragon expert?” “Yes,” he said, his face completely serious now. “I am some sort of a dragon expert, particularly when it comes to this specific dragon.” Nya placed her free hand on her hip, coming completely out of her defensive stance. “And who are you exactly? You know who I am, after all. What’s your name? Who are you?” she repeated.

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

Still Skylar walks the narrow ledge, Her oath writ deep on mountain’s edge: To steal, to save, to pay the price, To shield the hatchling’s sacrifice. Ryuki ‘Are we going to discuss the large dragon in the room?’ Bynjym asks. ‘Which dragon might that be?’ I ask, feigning ignorance. ‘The giant queen dragon, Ryuki. Are you going to admit that you are falling for the princess?’ ‘I’m not falling for anyone. I appreciate what she’s done the dragons.’

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t