Janai Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

It's the only home she knows but to her, it doesn't feel like one. Hasham taps Amira's shoulder and shows his smile—the smile that becomes Amira's comfort pill. They watch their surrounding as they move ahead, careful not to let anyone spot them. They don't want others to question why princess Amira can't transform yet, nor make Amira feel inferior for not being able to. "All hail Majesta Regie!" Announces the white, tall, concentrated Draconian of class A, named Voltaire upon their arrival. Class A draconian are the aces in war. They train princes and princesses alike.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

“Is that your only solution? Getting pregnant and birthing babies?!” “You need an army…” “Llod!” He turned on his feet to look at her then. “You need an army and you will raise one. They will be loyal to you. Birth dragon lords we will find dragons to command them.” “There are no more dragons and I will not…” “There are. The prince is a dragon lord. He has dragon blood.” Her eyes narrowed and warning like heavy brass bells went off in her head. “How did you…?”

The dragon prince asked as he shifted his gaze to her anxiously. “Yes of course” “And why would the legendary Blue moon squad look for a maid” The dragon prince countered sharply as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “Maid? I’m not a maid! I’m a princess, Princess Akira, The only child of Kunshiya Kun the first!” Akira countered angrily as she glared at the boy who was in front of her. “Uhn?”

It's also impossible Airel might have forgotten to add him to the list because it was approved by my sister before it was given to me. "Oh! Hahaha! Pardon my rudeness! My name is Arkyn, King Arkyn of the Dragon Islands. It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess," he introduced with a bright smile as he offers his hand to me. D-dragon islands??? The King of Dragons?! What?! I thought they were just a myth! I know of the Dragon Islands... it was all those massive islands floating above the Kingdom. And I did study about dragons from Airel but I thought it already happened a long time ago! So to encounter one like this! No wait... he is human! How can he be a dragon?!

I see why I liked dragon dildos," She joked, and we laughed, remembering why she was committed. Now she had a mate she could fuck in the sky once she got a hand on the flying part. All the thrill she has ever wanted in a bundle of hot gorgeous masculine flesh. "Why are you calling yourself a prince?" I asked the guy, and he smiled. "There are five princes in the dragon world. We are more like pillars. The kings are the heart of the world. Their fire is needed to sustain life. As long as they have not ascended, The five princes keep our world functioning for a limited time. If the kings fail to ascend, the order is lost, and our world would be destroyed, forcing a merger between our Reghan an

King Zaron was looking directly at me. I had heard stories my entire life. Everyone in Stonehaven had. The Dragon King was ancient and merciless, a creature so powerful that lesser beings dropped to their knees simply from the weight of his presence. I had built a picture of him in my mind over nineteen years of whispered tales — something monstrous, something inhuman, something that did not resemble anything I would recognize. I had not built the right picture.

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.