Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

For the second time in three months; I find myself a waiting the birth of another prince. My younger brother, Xavier, the prince of the Hell hounds; was the first. The second prince we await on, is the younger brother of my best friend, Gunner. Gunner, is the prince of all shifters. His father Kieran, is known as the Dragon King. I watch as both men pace back and forth with nervousness and excitment.

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'

Prince leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Oh, I think you will be.” Damien stopped walking. Something in Prince’s tone made his instincts sharpen. “What are you talking about?” The prince smirked. “You know that little friend of yours?” Damien’s expression darkened. “Choose your next words carefully.” Prince ignored the warning. “Soren Vale.” The name hit Damien like a spark. “What about him?” Prince’s grin widened. “Funny thing about Soren…” He leaned in closer. “He’s not exactly what he claims to be.”

"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