My Dragon Princess Audiobook Novels & Stories

My stupid fucking dress slowed me down, but Katarina gripped my arm, dragging me along with her when I couldn't keep up. My legs whined with exertion, but adrenaline fired through my system. Thane exhilarated me, and my heart pounded with amazement as I stared up at him. He slammed his paws down, purposefully shaking the entire island and clearing the path for us. The Sea Serpent waited for us in the harbor, guards surrounding the ship until Thane flew up into the air, diving deep into the water before reemerging to roar again. No one could believe what they were seeing. A real-life water dragon shaking the very foundation of the kingdom.

I snarl. Hazran shrugs as Dagnoth speaks. “Her understanding in medicine is higher than anyone here. She has worked like yourself, all through the morning and afternoon and it is why we are here. She also refuses to rest, and she is not listening,” he says, for once his face is grave. Despite her disobedience, I feel proud hearing that. She may be a wolf princess, but she is the Wolf Princess of the Dragon Kingdom. “And I don’t think she was going to listen to Kaizoran. He was unable to get her to rest. She almost collapsed a short while ago. So how about you both rest up a little?” Hazran suggests.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

"It exsist doesn't it, just know that its apart of the balance." "Anyways one day theses dragons met a princess and guessed what they called her after she introduced herself," I asked with a smile. "I still can't pronounce," Henry said dryly. I rolled my eyes and sat down. "So the word means princess, that doesn't exactly help," he said leaning against the back of the couch. "I guess, but it shows that I'm close," I said quietly, placing the book down. I tilted my head at the book. I had a feeling that this book held all my answers but I just couldn't figure it out. My eyes wondered over the images.

"Interesting choice. How about we tell a story about a brave princess who doesn't fight the monster, but instead befriends it?" Chloe's brow furrowed in concentration. "Befriends it?" "Yes," I explained, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "This princess discovers that the monster isn't so bad after all. Maybe it's just lonely or misunderstood." A spark of curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me about the princess." And so, I weaved a tale of a kind princess who reached out to a misunderstood dragon, eventually earning its trust and friendship. My voice softened as I spoke.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

The power that locked me in was like being in a soundproof room. I'm speechless, I don't know what to do. I hope the four princes come to save me soon and defeat that evil woman. Meanwhile the woman with the dragon ordered her three dragons to retreat. This dragon woman already had a plan that was even more powerful. The three princes who were fighting the three dragons saw the three dragons retreat and disappear. The three dragons no longer attacked, immediately the three princes immediately approached Prince Kim who was injured. Prince Kim was unconscious and An disappeared somewhere.

The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face. Ava gasps. "She's fighting a dragon!" A note card slips free when I open the cover. Cream cardstock. His handwriting—precise, unmistakable: ‘Every princess needs a dragon friend... — A.’ The words blur. I blink twice before they steady. "Mommy, who's A?" Ava traces the dragon with one finger. "Is it the prince?" My voice won't come. Won't form words around the realization blooming in my chest—fragile and sharp-edged all at once.