Janai Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

Nadia was now curious. “So, you were with the man they sold you all of your life?” Nat sighed, “Yes. I am on a dragon, but I know I don’t act like one. He used me as a servant and sold my scales.” Nadia sighed, “I’m so sorry Nat but you’re free now.” Jenna smiled, “Yes. You are coming with me to meet the dragons I know. We have to get to the castle.” Nadia looked at Jenna, “King Leos and Queen Maggie?” Jenna smiled, “Yes.” Nadia smiled, “So you know the royal family?” Jenna smiled again, “They are my family. Their son Clay is my mate.” Nadia’s mouth dropped open, “You are a dragon mate?” Jenna chuckled, “Yeah. I guess that’s rare and that’s why I was sold for so much.” Nadia gasped, “I guess

You could defeat me and my men, but you can not forget who awaits you. Cassius and everyone else present in the cave turned their attention to the general. - We know very well who is waiting for us. - The Dragon Prince replied coldly. - Good. - Kane chuckled.- He has his army of witches and hundreds of warriors ready to kill for him. Kaitlyn glared at the man, and her eyes flashed coldly. - Thank you for this reminder.- She hissed, and Cassius touched her arm to help her calm down. - Let's not forget about your daughter, witch.- Kane chuckled, unfazed by Kaitlyn's behavior.- Will you be able to fight against your child when she will stand by her father's side? And you, Cassius? Will you stan

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

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.

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate

“I don’t want anyone hurting my son.” “He’ll only respond to a trainer,” Mikan replied. Then he released a thunderous roar that silenced the chaos below. His voice boomed through the dragon mind-link: “Remember, this youngling is the Prince. Do not harm him.” Rodic heard. He turned, vanished from the slayers’ sight, and reappeared directly before Mikan. The two dragons roared at one another. Mikan groaned. “Oh, hell. Land and transform, you little demon.”