Novel & Cerita Soren Dragon Prince

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t

added the prince’s aid. “Don’t mind if I do!” Dorin said with a smile. [Dorin!] wrote Seb. “Dragon! Come here!” Johan called the young dragon who was busy catching tossed fish from Xander and Venet. He cut a big piece off the dripping hotcake and showed it to Dagon. Dagon eagerly made a summersault, turned into his human form, and ran to Johan’s side, opening his mouth wide. The room fell quiet. Johan dropped the now empty fork. He looked at Xander, then at Dorin and Seb.

Where was Darren? The dragons told me that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he went searching for me. Somehow he’d vanished, and they were concerned he may have been captured. My mate would not have been easily captured. If he was taken, there would be evidence left behind. It would be hard to completely subdue him without a fight, especially with his immunity to most poisons. As I approached the main throne room, I felt a tiny hand place theirs on my arm. I looked down to see beautiful silver eyes and jet black hair. It was the little dragon prince, Thorin, who had taken a shine to me.

The beautiful prince had golden orbs that mimics the sun, so enchanting and mesmerizing and his birth had called together the top rank clans, making his mother give him the name, Alaric —Ruler of all—. Prince Alaric grew up to follow his name. With his long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, he was respected wherever he stepped foot and when his dragon scales appeared, they were golden that the sun reflects on them. Not only was he a handsome being, he was the strongest of all. Already stronger than his father and without the dragon king’s fire. On his two thousandth birthday as per the rule of their clan, he was crowned the Dragon king, and therefore, inherited the Dragon king’s blazing fi

~~~~~~ Hybrid. That word hadn’t left my head since this afternoon. Soren was a hybrid—born of both wolf and dragon rider. Stronger. Sharper. And one day, he’d take his father’s seat. No wonder everyone treated him like he was carved from stone and dipped in gold. He wasn’t just popular; he was everyone’s favorite. My fork scraped against the plate. “You’re stabbing your food,” Freya said, pulling me back to the present. “I know,” I muttered.

It's also impossible Airel might have forgotten to add him to the list because it was approved by my sister before it was given to me. "Oh! Hahaha! Pardon my rudeness! My name is Arkyn, King Arkyn of the Dragon Islands. It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess," he introduced with a bright smile as he offers his hand to me. D-dragon islands??? The King of Dragons?! What?! I thought they were just a myth! I know of the Dragon Islands... it was all those massive islands floating above the Kingdom. And I did study about dragons from Airel but I thought it already happened a long time ago! So to encounter one like this! No wait... he is human! How can he be a dragon?!

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

“It is called Draconia.” “A free city?” I asked. “Magic users of all sorts may live and work there,” Soren said. “It is absolutely neutral. There are schools, businesses, and government offices there, mainly used to establish laws and policies to maintain order between the supernatural and human worlds.” “There are a few humans who know of its existence,” Ash added. “They are the representative for the non-human side of the world, and provide input on these laws.” “When we were looking for the princess,” Soren said, “we were mainly relying on two factors to identify her: her scent as a wolf, and a moon-shaped birthmark on the back of her neck.”