Rayla Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

“I have a secret that I must tell you. Rosalie doesn’t know either but I know some how today she will.” “You’re a dragon aren’t you?” Chris gently spoke. He had a feeling he was. Ever since he was little his father taught him the ups and downs of dragon hunting. Chris and him would go on hunts but neither one would ever harm them. They actually did the complete opposite. They would protect them. Chris’s father was a dragon lover. He would always say how mysterious they where and he wanted to get to know them. “Everything about you says you are.” “I am.” Asrar spoke a little concerned. “I’m actually a prince whom has been kicked out of my kingdom due to an illness when I was younger.”

Even though he almost had his head cleaved in two, I see no fear. "You are very beautiful. Uncle Laryn wouldn't tell me what you look like, so I had to come see for myself." With trembling hands, I jerk the sword behind me. "Who are you?" I ask breathlessly. His small chest barrels outward. He's completely naked with no shame whatsoever. "I am Ashrac, son of Bastian and Acasia, the mightiest dragons in the land." I hide my grin. If this child wishes to pretend his parents are dragons, I won't ruin his fantasy. Acasia... she's the last claimed bride. "Your mother is Acasia?"

Her perfect demeanor had slipped off her face as she stared wide-eyed at Ciara. “Almost everyone saw that Riona. "I'm beginning to wonder who that girl really is,” Ciara wondered aloud. It was strange for a dragon to begin appearing at the same time Minerva appeared in RedShire. Unable to keep her thoughts to herself, Riona spurted. “Do you think she is from the pure dragon royal family? That would define why this sudden occurrence.” The pure dragon royal family members were the only ones who could control a dragon without magic. They were the only ones dragons bowed to before the last descendants were wiped from the face of the earth. Ever since, dragons have gone into solitary and no one h

It was too painful for Raeherys to look at. The noise settled down when Aravyr stepped up into the staircase, so he could be seen by everyone. “Hear me,” he called out to the crowd. “My brethren … my kinds … my blood … it is I, Aravyr Alagor, Blood of the Hyborns, Descendant of the Dragon Lord Hylos, King of Draconos and Ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.

Though, Ragnar was the main cause their blood was extinct now and somewhere he was living with the guilt of that which Makaria wasn't aware of but Rayla was. Or maybe, it was just Rayla's positive imagination about her prince charming. "I didn't ask for that information. I have no interest in your queen as long as she doesn't interfere with my goal." Ragnar said, putting the paper down but before he could grab another paper, his chin was lifted up by Rayla's hold under his chin. His gray eyes met her green ones. Rayla was a beauty seen only once in several dynasties. She had dark black hair that ended right above her hips, her features were well-defined. She was considered a fox beauty but d

I contemplated for a moment, only interrupted by Raja's voice. 'That is a dragon's growl, my lady.' "A dragon?" I voices out absentmindedly when I was just supposed to talk with Raja in my mind. "A dragon?" Prince Evan and Prince David echoed my question, they were looking at me now. "Yes. That must be the dragon of the magical healer," Demitri answered. "The question is, what kind of dragon is it, so we would know what attack should we expect." 'He's not my kind. He's a blue dragon. The kind who has the ability to manipulate heavenly elements such as lightning,' Raja informed.

“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.

Lydia added with seriousness. "Don't worry ma'am, I promise not to break your daughter heart, I love her with every fiber in my body and will want to be with her forever." Jorkallun said with the same seriousness. "Good to hear that." Lydia said. "Your red color of hair means you are either a Prince or you are related to one." "You are right mother, he is the Prince of the dragons." Sarah said smiling. "No wonder." Lydia said studying the red hair before turning her gaze back to Sarah. "What's today news, you haven't updated me in two days now." Lydia asked.

I contemplated for a moment, only interrupted by Raja's voice. 'That is a dragon's growl, my lady.' "A dragon?" I voices out absentmindedly when I was just supposed to talk with Raja in my mind. "A dragon?" Prince Evan and Prince David echoed my question, they were looking at me now. "Yes. That must be the dragon of the magical healer," Demitri answered. "The question is, what kind of dragon is it, so we would know what attack should we expect." 'He's not my kind. He's a blue dragon. The kind who has the ability to manipulate heavenly elements such as lightning,' Raja informed.