My Dragon Princess Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My shock must have shown on my face because his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. The fae and fairies were notoriously proud races. Most barely tolerated the other kingdoms. Dragons were territorial to the point of brutality. They hated dealing with the faes. Yet here stood a fae holding a position of authority inside the private fortress of the realm’s most feared Dragon Prince. I recovered quickly before I embarrassed myself further. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” I replied politely. Aeris bowed his head gracefully. “You as well, Princess.” Then he stepped aside. “If you would follow me, I'll take you to your chambers.”

He realized the uniqueness of the hard and thick book cover. "The cover of this book is made of dragon scales," shrieked Draco stifled. "Is it true? Could it be, this book is what we are looking for? Maybe there is a clue in it,” said Astrid enthusiastically. Her eyes were sparkling with pleasure. "This title means Dragon Prince's Heart," Draco said as he rubbed the embossed title on the cover. Draco opened the cover of the book and found blank pages of old, yellowed paper. Gradually appeared an inscription on the page that was written in an ancient script.

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.

“the one about the knight, the princess, and the evil dragon. Please?” I blinked at him, giving him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, I reached for his hand and gently squeezed it. “Okay, Spar, I will tell you that story again.” I chuckled at him. He rolled onto his side to face me and smiled his goofy grin. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. There was a big scary dragon who guarded the princess n a tall tower so that she couldn’t ever escape.”

By the time she reached the towering stone doors, her skin was damp with sweat. They opened without a word. The chamber was vast, circular, alive with heat. The walls pulsed with molten veins, golden dragon script glowing brighter as she stepped inside. The air shimmered. And across the chamber, something moved. Massive. Fluid. Unmistakable. She froze. It wasn’t Rhazien—not as she knew him. A dragon stood in the center of the room, wreathed in shadows and firelight. His scales were deep obsidian with glowing red edges, horns curling like carved obsidian, wings tucked tight to his back. Eyes like suns stared down at her.

A dragon, always a dragon. Maybe this author should stop ending with dragons. Maria slowly turned toward the dark palace grounds below. “Pan…” My heart started beating faster, because standing far below in the shadows…barely visible under the moonlight….was the same dragon again. It was still watching me and honestly I really started to dislike it now. Slowly…it spread its massive wings and immediately jumped into the air.

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.

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin. Serastra, Dragon Princess of Ashkar — Heat shimmers around Kaelith when her temper flares, ember-glow pulsing beneath bronze-gold skin. The daughter of a lesser fire-dragon lord, she came to Qombinia determined that “lesser” would never describe her future. She respects Drakonios’s power but yearns to match it, imagining a reign of two dragons soaring side by side—never one enthroned above the other.