Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

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.

This had been dismissed as a mere rumor but I had a source who proved otherwise. Soren Drakemere, the second son of the formidable Drakemere lineage, carried himself with an air of quiet solemnity that set him apart from his peers. Born into a family renowned for their strategic cunning and unshakable loyalty to the Blackthorn Pack, Soren bore the weight of an unusual legacy. His father, Alaric Drakemere, was a figure of legend—both revered and feared—while his older brother, Caelian, was the golden heir, the warrior who could command a room with a single glance. Soren, on the other hand, was an enigma, a man whose presence was felt rather than heard.

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

Professor Raevers gave a deep sigh when they finally handed her the form. “Please bring the dragon later to the registrar’s office for the magic proficiency test.” she told Johan. “Dagon. His name is Dagon.” said Johan, finally accepting the name his dragon had called himself. “What about Azra?” Dorin asked Seb in a whisper. [She’s different] Seb wrote discretely. [She isn’t as strong as Dagon.]

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?!