Rayla From The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

They laughed and walked away to go talk. Saphira walked to a table with drinks on it, took one, then turned to walk away when a scent hit her so hard, she stiffened and tried to find the source. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. She finally chalked it up to her imagination and turned to walk away but ran straight into a wall. When she looked up, she realized it wasn't a wall, but the most incredible man she had ever seen. He reached to touch her face, and she leaned into his touch. The sparks were enough to make her forget her manners completely until she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard, "My beautiful mate. Might I know your name and where you are from?" Saphira looked i

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

She glared at Caden before she turned towards us. “Well. What do we have here?” she whispered as she looked at us. “The princes. The last descendant of the first dragon.” “The bitch,” I said with a dark look in her direction and her mouth twisted. Blaine growled as his wary eyes met Tymeria’s. “What did you do to Izza? Where is she?” “Izza? Well, I don’t know who that is,” Tymeria said, but from her eyes it was very clear she knew who it was. The bitch must have done something to Izza, too.

Her aba Mandel speaks from behind, "You're not ready yet for a fight. We'll find another way, okay?" "There's no other way, aba!" she answers. Adamant, she proceeds to the center and vigorously declares, "I, princess Amira, the youngest of the royal draconian, challenge princess Alianah for a fight to determine the strongest fit for prince Hasham's heart." Princess Alianah, a tall, fine and exquisite draconian of minimal golden scales, stands from her seat and declares with so much pride, "I, princess Alianah the third born of the royal draconian, accept the challenge of princess Amira for a duel to determine the strongest and most deserving for prince Hasham." She doesn't keep her mocking g

they paused, trailing off. "Prince Azian." I replied. Azian- power. Rebecca and the hydras looked at me smiling . "A fitting name for a befitting prince!" they exclaimed I nodded at my little golden Dragon. ***** Drop a comment and I'll be sure to reply!

Every dragon according to shades was put in line and asked one by one but nobody confessed that they took it about the Heart of Magic. "My queen, it's not fair to investigate your fellow dragons!" Arcilla, a white dragon defended their class. She's one of the strongest but youngest among her types. Arcilla narrowed her eyes at her. She tries to weigh whether her answer is right and wrong. She's telling herself maybe she has a point. "Tell me who you would think will took it?" She asked Arcilla.

Avalon chuckled as her eyes found there way back to the fight. “we need to get away from the hospital.” Avalon spoke up as she watched people coward away. “To many people here that could get hurt.” “Amelia wants me, if this guy can take us she will follow.” Rosalie spoke gently before she coughed. Avalon didn’t want to take her anywhere with the wound on her side. She needs to get back inside. Ryan quickly shot up as he collided with Amelia who had managed to pin Asrar. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled back sending her flying. Ryan looked at Asrar before racing in the direction she flew. The benefits was water dragons couldn’t fly. Ryan was a lucky earth dragon to get wings. He looked muc

Lyra looked at the Dragon King of the entire realm. The Dragon King looked back at her. Lyra turned to me. "We have," she said, very quietly, "a great deal to discuss." "Yes," I said. "We do." "Starting with why the most terrifying person I have ever seen in my life is looking at you like—" She stopped herself. Reconsidered. "We will discuss that part privately." From near the door, Drex made a sound that was not a cough. Lyra's eyes moved to him.

What was going on? Valgron roared and lunged. A bold move to make against his king. “Idiot. Why would he do that?!” said the red-haired stranger who pulled me back. I looked up from the floor to see a teenage girl hovering over me. There were scales on her face and arms. Who was she? “Who are you?” I whispered. “Take cover!” She warned. Before she shielded us, I saw Rhaedros swipe a single claw! He misses since Valgron immediately took flight.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.