My Dragon Princess Book Novels & Stories

"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.

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.”

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

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.