My Dragon Princess Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her voice carried across the garden. "So the dragon wasn't evil, Leo. That's the whole point. He was just lonely. Everyone thought he was a monster because he breathed fire and scared the villagers. But the princess sat with him and listened, and he told her about being the last dragon, about how all his friends were gone, about how the fire came out when he was sad." Leo sat cross-legged on the grass, watching his sister. He was six quiet where she was loud, observant where she was expressive. A puzzle solver. A watcher.

“Come, Brian. Daddy’s reading us a story.” He hesitated only a second before climbing up, squeezing himself beside his sister. Arya looped her little arm around him, and he leaned against me, his head resting on my side. My throat tightened as I adjusted the book so both of them could see. “Ready?” I asked softly. They nodded, their faces expectant, their eyes wide. And so, I began. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a princess who was braver than all the knights in the land. She had hair as golden as the sun and eyes that sparkled like the stars. But one day, a fearsome dragon came to her village…”

It's my own mistake, I cannot blame anyone but my fate. I am brought back to my present when I collide with someone and tumble backward. I would have fallen down on my butt but righted myself at the last moment. "Watch where you are going, Whore" someone cursed me. I recognized that voice. It belongs to Tasha. She is the princess of the Agnes clan. There are four dragon clans, Raven, Agnes, Nester, and Ernest. Ravens are the dark dragons, while Agnes is a purple dragon clan. Ravens are the most powerful among the other dragon clans.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

The young dragon princess decided to throw a little ball for her harem to spend the time. It was a game she used to enjoy when she was back at Dragons. She and her young maids dressed into different characters, and murmured sweet nothing to each other while dancing. Tonight, she picked out a long crimson dress that resembled the only female dragon King in Dragon history, the Fire Dragon. And she was sitting in her big luxurious armchair, watching, enjoying all those beautiful dances of her 12 gorgeous dragon maids. It was after 11 o’clock, when the thunder was blasting, the rain was crying and the wind was howling, the door of the mansion was pushed open.

If that's the case, wasn't she showing up in my life right now a risk move too? “ It's time to reclaim the Lost glory of the dragons and what better way than to have the princess descend the throne?"

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.’

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

He has a wife namely Queen Vaasa and their son who hatched from its egg for eleven months and he called him Danym, their little prince. "What do we do? Astra called us to fight against humans!" Vaasa hissed while guarding her baby black whelps. Even baby dragons understand what's happening around them. Some were born gifted with magic and remarkable abilities. Danym, the prince has that. King Dhargothoth sighs spilling bile from his rotting like veggies mouth. " l know. I heard the Heart of Magic was stolen from her care and she suspected humans stole it. Now, all of us are in danger!" He replied to his queen.

Laughter echoes in the room. Sabestain grins, his sharp teeth in full display. " Well, not all of them, I don't know this one. Look at those luscious lips, I bet they'd feel good wrapped around my cock " Patience Sabrina....have patience The Dragon grips her jaw, clearly not satisfied with her silence. Sabrina glares at him through dilated eyes. " Such a disrespectful whore, that's no way to treat a Dragon. " His nails, no, a claw, digs into her cheek, threatening to Pierce the flesh. " You should be happy I show interest in you. A broken bitch like you can only warm my bed for..."