My Dragon Princess Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.”

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.

I'm not sure what he's talking about, but it's scarring the shit out of me. "How about it boys? Do yall feel like having some fun with the princess here?" Chills coat my arms with the way Gold tooth looks at me. "What about you pretty little dragon? Do you want to play?" He asks me. I violently shake my head no. When he gets closer to me; I spit on him. My dragon is pissed. She paces back and forth trying to fight the spell holding her back. She's praying these stupid fuckers take off these handcuffs. As soon as they do; she's gonna kill them.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

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.

The dragons lifted their heads. Golden fire erupted around him. The earth trembled. Elara’s breath caught. The bond between them ignited. The magic on her wrist burned. Verath spread his arms and behind him— Something enormous began to emerge. Not a shadow. Not an illusion. A dragon. Its outline was formed from pure golden fire. Larger. Older. More powerful than anything she had ever seen. The dragons around them suddenly dropped to one knee. The black dragon looked stunned. “No…” The fiery shape behind Verath opened its eyes. Ancient golden eyes. The dragon whispered in disbelief “The First King has awakened.”

I froze at those words, confusion flooding me, "H-how? Is that even possible?” Stephanie shrugged, moving around the bed, "She is your mate after all. Of course she would fight back. Do you believe your goddess Selene would allow her moon crested prince suffer with no mate?” she giggled, “I assure you she may have had a quarrel with her sister Erania when the higher goddess chose her as a possession for her last pure dragon, but of course, she cannot fail to give the little human a fighting spirit, strong and resilient that she can reject the claim of the Alpha of Dragons. The girl is yours Legion.” She chuckled, “Not even a golden dragon’s bite could keep her from you." My eyebrows arched a

Coming to a stop just a few inches away from her, Andronikos' eyes bored into hers. "Nysera..." Draekon said beside her. "Meet my Flame Bound, Andronikos." He introduced, then looked at the dragon. "Andronikos, this is Nysera. One of the princesses of the DragonBorns." Immediately, Andronikos reared his head as though he was paying respect. A soft chuckle of amusement escaped Nysera. She, herself, was born with her own dragon, and she knew for a fact that he was giving the permission to caress him.

“Hey... what about the rumors? The ones about your primal rage? They say you tore your last bride to pieces.” Cael’s lips twitched into a dangerous, dark smirk. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my ear as his strong hands locked around my waist. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, my Queen?” Epilogue A few months later, the royal mages confirmed the news—I was pregnant with the true heir to the Dragon Kingdom.