My Dragon Princess Audiobook Novels & Stories

“We will be late.” The gathered courtiers and brethren parted before us as we entered the audience chamber, but this time it was not in recognition of Aurien the dragon, it was in recognition of Princess Liera and her dragon companion. Aurien stayed close enough behind me that I could feel the warmth of him, but he did not touch me as we made our way towards the thrones at the top of the room.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

Making a mental note to pick up some books by the author for Andreena. ‘Based on the best-selling book series by Jenson Spellmore Dragon’s Lovers,’ Andreena settled against me and we watched the show for a few minutes before the main dragon came onto the screen. He wasn’t in his human form and I heard my mate suck in a breath. She glanced over at me before looking at the screen and then back at me again. “What is it, sweet Andreena?” I asked, reaching for the remote and turning the volume down so that I could focus on her.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

* "...... The princess stabbed the dragon through the heart in her sleep and removed its scales. The princess returned to the kingdom with the reverse scale, and not only was she an honored princess, she was also considered a dragon slayer. But that was not enough, she wanted to be king, so she killed her brother who stood in her way, and her father who opposed her, and in the end she wore the crown as she wished, and since she was shared in the dragon's blood, she became the master who ruled the kingdom in perpetuity." Evelyn holds the book and reads the ending of the story slowly and methodically. She hadn't fully recovered from her injuries, so her voice sounded a little hoarse. Hilda sat

"...a mighty dragon, scales shining like stars, ruled the land with wisdom and kindness." Cathryn leaned in, a smile on her lips. Lucine, Rosalind, Tristan, and Athena listened, entranced, as the throne room transformed into a realm of wonder. Ember's laughter echoed, her tiny hands waving. "More, Grandfather! More!" Orion's eyes twinkled, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment. "Ah, but the best tales are yet to come, little one..." Orion's voice grew more animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "In the heart of the dragon's kingdom, a magnificent city shimmered with crystal spires and gemstone streets. The dragon, named Elyrian, possessed a secret: its scales held the memories of t

“You have nothing,” the dragonkin said quietly, her voice like velvet over broken glass. “No allies. No strength. You’re a mistake he’s too proud to undo.” Sera stepped forward again. Her hands were trembling. Her jaw clenched tight. She could feel it now—something inside her unfurling, coiling, demanding to be seen. “You don’t get to decide what survives,” she snapped. Her voice cracked—and smoke poured from her mouth. It wasn’t fire. Not yet. But it was close. A pale, silvery cloud that coiled between her lips like breath in frost, rising in slow tendrils that shimmered with heat. It danced like a living thing, glowing faintly at the edges, edged with gold.

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.