My Dragon Princess Book Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

It only illustrated an image of a dragon. She spun a few pages, then decided to read the entry book. Wanting to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating or dreamt about seeing dragons. She ran her finger over the words on the first page. (If this book finds you, then you are a descendent of the mighty Apepi.) Catori span to the next page, feeling confused about who Apepi was and also wanting to know more, especially if Dragons were real. (Originating from the land of Britannica, Dragons are neither malevolent nor benevolent.

Rosco spoke slightly unsure what he should believe or not. “That’s because she is a dual dragon.” Drezic spoke almost out mind. If they thought spirit dragons where rare. Duel dragons are even more. It normally happened with the ultra rare dragons. Him and Asrar where lucky to have just one. “She has a regular dragon, probably purple like my mother was and the all powerful gold dragon. The purple one is so she can keep her power protected until she wants to use it. I think it will be the one you will have no problem using the gems power with.”

"And what does Princess Elara think of all this?" Jagger shrugged. "Who knows? Royals rarely get a say in their own fates. But she'll put on a brave face, as they always do." I flipped through the pages, marveling at the intricate illustrations. "It's strange, isn't it? To have your life mapped out for you." "Indeed," Jagger mused, his tone unusually reflective. "That one covers the histories of dragons." He pointed to the book I clutched in my hands. "What do you know about dragons?" I asked, taking the last bite of my marchpane before joining him on the long chair. I settled in, resting the book on my legs, and began flipping through the pages, each one revealing dragons of various colors,

Valerie No one had ever seen a dragon. At least, no one had seen one in a very long time. I had only read about them in books, where they were portrayed as diabolical creatures who horded treasures and stole away with princess, eventually meeting their fates by the hands of a knight. In those books, villains never won. The dragons were vanquished and the princesses were saved. But those were only stories. Reality had shown me much harsher images.

"It's about a princess who is held captive in a tower by a vicious dragon. Until one day, she is finally rescued by her knight in shining armor." He swiftly took the book from her hands. "Well, that sounds a bit biased. For all we know, the dragon could be protecting her from shady knights who like to poke their noses in towers they have no business in." He tossed the book back onto the table. "You won't be reading that nonsense." "Alright then, why don't you pick one?" She suggested. He scanned through the books on the shelves, searching for one that caught his interest. A faint smile touched his face as he picked up a book, looking over it reminiscently.

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

"Only you can find out. I believe that's part of why you're here to discover the truth." I stared at her, my lips slightly parted. "If I do find the truth… will I be able to go back? To the village? To see Aurora again?" "I don't know," she said, her voice honest. "But maybe it's possible." Tears stung the corners of my eyes. "Are you just saying that to make me follow you?" I asked, shaking my head. "Because I saw her die. I watched it happen." "She's a dragon," Faustina replied calmly. "Dragons are very hard to kill. Unless someone stabs them through the eyes or uses powerful magic to destroy them completely, they don't die easily."

* "...... 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

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp