Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

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?"

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

Draekon muttered, placing his hands on his desk in a composed stance, but frowning when he felt some dust on his fingers. "Whose name was mentioned?" He asked, taking his hands of the desk and wiping it clean on a napkin that was neatly folded by the corner of the desk. "Hashemii." The name struck a nerve. Draekon’s wolf stirred beneath his skin, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he caught himself "Am I crazy for thinking that name sounds quite familiar?" "Not at all." Ambrose replied. "That is the former Sovereign leader of the DragonBorns."

Broad. Silver threaded through dark hair. Eyes sharp as cut stone. Recognition hit like a blade. “Malrec,” I breathed. Malrec Dravaryn. My father’s oldest friend. His voice was smooth as oil over steel. “You should not have announced her, Aurelion.” My dragon roared inside me. “You betray Emberhold,” I said coldly. “I protect it,” he replied calmly. “You dare rise against me, against us? ” I growled. “The crown was supposed to be mine long before it belonged to you. The power should be mine,” he corrected.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

Andy stopped speaking as he looked at the changes in his grandfather's body and face. Sebastian has truly transformed into a different figure, a handsome man with pale skin, silver hair, and reptile-like green pupils. “Hello, Andy. My name is Soraka. I am a powerful dragon from the land of The Mythe, and I will discuss something important with you by meeting you later.” Sebastian's face had returned to normal, and he smiled mysteriously at Andy. “Damn it! What was that, Grandpa?” “His name is Soraka; he is your companion and a figure from that ring.”

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.