Novel & Cerita Rayla Dragon Prince

The name suits her perfectly. It feels light and bright in my thoughts. “Aelira,” I repeat. She tilts her head slightly as if testing the sound of my voice when I say it. “You are one of the dragon princes,” she says after a moment. That surprises me. “How do you know that?” “The fae are not as isolated as many believe,” she replies lightly. “News travels.” Her violet eyes flick briefly toward the sky where the faint shimmer of the bridge can be seen even from here.

“His father King Sterin and Queen Gladiel.” “Princess,” Alaren was both of a similar age and height to myself; I did not think seating us together was accidental. “It is an honour to meet the Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” he said with warmth. “Prince Alaren,” I greeted in reply. “Of course, the dragon Valsaurienkachelial is a legend amongst us,” Alaren included my dragon. “Our halls resound with tales of his prowess on the battlefield.”

Aqua’s POV I knew little about mates and what I did know was something about the moon goddess. I also knew that shifters had mates, werewolves, and dragon shifters both. Was this what it was or was I being delusional? Was I a dragon prince’s mate? “Aqua,” Cade whispered to bring me back to reality. I snapped out of my delusion and walked with Cade to everyone else. “Your majesties,” he bowed after greeting them, “this is my long-lost sister Aqua.” I wouldn’t call myself long lost, considering I was abandoned and found easily.

The crown upon his head is a dark, jagged metal that looks like metal dragon claws curled around his temples. But it’s his eyes that unsettle me the most as I approach closer. They are not human. Not entirely. They are slitted like a dragon’s, watching me with a burning curiosity that makes my skin prickle with heat. I will not let him see my fear. The soldier shoves me down on my knees before him. “Before you is Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion,” the soldier announces. “Dethroned princess of Velmira, offered as your Queen tribute.”

He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.” Tristan... *** Hopefully this was better than the previous! pls comment ur thoughts! Shalini Zhara <3

I look up, feeling the dragon above me moving his head, I give a gentle smile seeing that he is carefully observing us. "I am Prince Rhys, son of King Draig and Queen Rune, yes this is my dad," the boy answers. Looking up and the boy places his hand on his father's dragon, when I see his eyes glaze over. "It's good to meet you Prince Rhys, can you tell your father it's ok to shift, you are safe here; I give you my word none of my people will hurt you. I'm sorry I used my aura on you, but I didn't see you, I wouldn't dream of harming a child." A growl escapes me when I turn to see my mates shifted into their lycan forms, staring down the dragon above me like he is prey.

She posted more questions to clarify her doubts, “Night fury, red dragon means title they possess or born of dragon species...?” Ruko replied, “Yes, we are all descendants of Great Dragon” Akshara asked, “We... No! Only you... I am human as far as I know...” with a pause, “...Ruko, don’t tell me, you are dragon too...” Ruko stated, “All the Ayruzians are dragon born. Only our prince is born for Golden Dragon and a White Witch” Akshara thought to herself, “Is he hybrid? Oh my god, Am I dreaming or teleported to somewhere in the history book? But I can sense that it is not the place I belong”

"The Dark Lord Khaos is no more." Ronan nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on Khaos's lifeless burnt form. "The throne is ours once more," he said, his voice firm. "We have reclaimed it, and none shall take it from us again." he did a slow bow to his granddaughter, who is now Queen Dynaris, The sleeping Dragon who we first met, stepped forward, placing a crown upon her head. "I crown thee 'Queen Dynaris' rightful heir to the City of Dragons," She watched in amazement as the miracle of the prophecy happened before her eyes.

Mostly because it's easy to find the dragons and their riders in one place. As the Prince was a Royal, he's eluded from such a trivial process. His dragon was free, without any rider. The reason behind this was the people of his kingdom who expected him to take charge. After his father, the King passed away, Javier was their only hope. Steve cleared his throat. "Your Highness, this is Miss Celina," He started. "Our first dragonless dragon rider in over two centuries. This is her fourth attempt." The other riders started, murmuring, hushed whispers aimed in her direction. His lips twisted at their behaviour.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”