Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose)

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

“That’s nonsense! We can’t let the past dictate—” I cut him off, my resolve firming. “No, Malachi. We must face this. Pyrra made me a weapon of destruction. I didn’t know about the islands... those people... it was most likely their kingdoms.” Cassian’s phone buzzes then, a call that slices through the tension. He steps away to answer, his posture rigid. When he returns, his expression is grave. “That was our contact. The man in the video is named Soren. He’s the last of the ancient dragon bloodlines. Royalty in his own right.”

It took a while before the two finally stop. “So why was he called the dragon prince, again?” Cicero finally asks again, wanting to know. Shuleng took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling chills down his spine upon remembering the large black knight that fearlessly took down several Aselaysian soldiers during the siege. “It's because the empire’s prince is no man. He’s a monster, a creature of chaos, a dragon pretending to be one of us,” he states.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

"No one had any problem with them except for some group of people. These people feared for their lives and thought that dragons would end the human race. They formed a group with like-minded people and called themselves hunters." Avery's mouth parted at that, but fortunately, she didn't interrupt. For once, Beth was glad for that, continuing her story. "Keith was the first of them. They made him the head and started to call him Leader Keith." "Leader Keith" Avery rolled the name off her mouth, flinching when Beth pinned her with a glare. She made the action of zipping her lips and asked her Aunty to continue further. "Your Highness, Javier was the son of the King—a dragon Prince inherited fr

Nyx, like a ghost, drifted out and quickly vanished beneath the dark sky. The others tensed, ready to move. According to Franz's intel, Soren did not have many servants. In the Dark Clans, his reputation was terrible. The vampire duke showed signs of madness, so almost no one wanted anything to do with him. The Dark Clans' royalty had repeatedly called on Soren to lead his people into battle, but he ignored every summons. Eventually, Soren was completely ostracized from the Dark Clans. This allowed Dragonfang to strike directly.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

"If I find out that you're lying to me, I’ll beat you up." After saying that, he quickly arrived at the entrance of the Dragon Palace. Immediately, he saw Adrian approaching him in large strides. He was instantly shocked as this man was too powerful. An invisible aura oppressed him. "Who are you?" Dragon Prince asked. "My name is Adrian Xander," Adrian said, looking up at Dragon Prince. This was most likely not Ocean Draking, but he had a powerful aura. If Adrian guessed correctly, he was the prince of this palace. Dragon Prince's gaze turned to Rozi. This girl was beautiful, and her figure was even more charming than the Third Princess. "Which one of you here is from the Abioye family?"