Rayla From The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

“Layana…” “I’m ok, Drakayaan, obey Declan,” she said to the dragon who whipped his head back and looked at Declan, their eyes met - flaming red against crackling grey as Declan’s powers surfaced. The two stared off for a second before Drakayaan whipped his head around once again. Layana carefully transferred herself onto the slimmer and longer body of Dragina stroking her scales before she whipped into the sky. Declan smirked watching Layana on her silvery dragon. She looked at him smiling

Why couldn't we just be together? A tear escaped my eye as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What would people say in the pack? That I was a young lady with bad luck, unfortunate and unlucky in love. I shook my head, refusing to accept that. I was Lyra, the princess of the Ravenclaw pack, the daughter of Alpha Redwyn ,and the Luna of Prince Caius and I would not be defeated.

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

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

Though she was a bit hesitant to buy this girl before, but seeing her appearance now, she feels happy. Sabrina had curly hair, melanin skin tone and her eyes were the lightest shade of gray, something that isn't common with Dragons. Her father used to joke that her eyes were a reflection of the brightest moonlight. She'd never really bothered much about her looks, her younger sister was the beauful and delicate one among them. All she'd ever wanted was to be a strong Alpha, a perfect Luna for her people. " From now on, you will work for me. Don't forget that I saved your life, so I can easily take it from you. But if you work hard, one day you will earn enough to move away, you will live a f

Pythias beamed as they walked up to meet Vixra halfway across the floor and she knew that the wizard had something up his sleeve. “A special one,” she said out loud. “And just how special might she be?” “Lyra, this is Queen Vixra of Erstonia,” he spoke to Lyra, introducing the queen to her. “Vixra, this is Lyra, a Khione princess of Dragonsbane.” Vixra’s eyes widened. “Khione?” “I just happened to find her after she escaped from Lord Ryder. Nearly half buried under the snow,” he said with a soft smile, glancing at Lyra which caused her to bow her head slightly in embarrassment.

Yisuf spread his arm, then stepped aside and Riyin gasped. Blurb/synopsis Most mystical creatures got to live pretty normal lives, but not all of them were that fortunate. Riyin's tale began when tragedy struck his home and he lost his parents in the hands of a mighty witch in a single moment. After managing to escape through a portal, Riyin was raised by the most powerful wizard known. Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood.

“I don’t want anyone hurting my son.” “He’ll only respond to a trainer,” Mikan replied. Then he released a thunderous roar that silenced the chaos below. His voice boomed through the dragon mind-link: “Remember, this youngling is the Prince. Do not harm him.” Rodic heard. He turned, vanished from the slayers’ sight, and reappeared directly before Mikan. The two dragons roared at one another. Mikan groaned. “Oh, hell. Land and transform, you little demon.”

He lifts me up and enters the steamy hot water with me; he sits and I lean back against his chest in the hot bubbly goodness. “So, let’s hear it.” I say as he massages my shoulders. My eyes roll, and a moan leaves me before my eyes close. His fingers feel so good against my skin. “I was in the Dragon Realm. I wanted to restore it to its former glory for Cyra. After all, she isn’t just the future heir to the Phoenix Kingdom. She is the future heir to the Dragon Realm.” I lean forward and look at him over my shoulder. “She is the princess of both. I am King Apollo’s son. I am the current ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

Terra replied with low growl and scrunched her eyebrow “AND I AM DRAGON PRINCE…… TERRA… DON’T YOU FORGET THAT…. I AM DRAGON PRINECE DRACO…. ONE AND ONLY SON OF OUR LATE KING LADON BLACK AND QUEEN CASSANDRA…. YOU AND PETRO ARE MY DRAGON PEOPLE…. AND…… YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO….” I growled back