Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

'' the boy just stared straight ahead '' Sikorra was a dragon Lord from Gesa and there were five young people bound together by him and his dragon, he was very young barely fourteen, for every dragon lord you see there are five sages destined to teach him mastery of a natural element that is why your mother brought you to me" Tornak twisted his palm upwards and a gust of wind blew past billowing his robes and tugging the stray strands of Sven's hair '' I taught him to bind the air, Akylice could bind lightning, Kofu was water natured, Srina was mistress of the earth and of our group'', Tornak smiled to himself '' and then there was Seri - Sword wielder we were tighter than thieves and th

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

Albert nodded. “The name of the king of the northern region we are currently in,” Albert buttoned his sleeves, covering the curse symbol. “The man who attacked you earlier was the first prince of the Northern Kingdom. I heard from one of my informants that the two princes are after the dragon, who was rumored to have entered the northern region to give as a gift to their father as a condition of getting the throne.” Dragon? So, the people who attacked him and Daniel before were aiming to target Daniel?

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

"I will do my utmost, Your Majesty." King Theron laughed heartily. "Good! I will wait for your good news." I sighed softly. Examine the healthy one. Ignore the sick one. I would wait and see where their pure golden dragon came from. The King left. Lysander and I turned to go, but Drakon blocked our path. "You truly thought bringing a healer here would embarrass me?" he sneered. "Seraphina, you are as despicable as ever." I smiled calmly. The Crown Prince of the dragon realm cannot father children. Is that not a joke?

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

“Maybe that really is my destiny.” Before anyone could respond, the ground at the edge of the valley shook violently. From the north, a massive surge of energy shot forward, cold and sharp like iron. Black smoke formed a vortex, and from within it emerged a tall figure with a body half human, half dragon. His skin was covered in black scales, and his eyes gleamed with deep violet light. Lucen Dorne. He walked casually through the air, each step sending ripples of energy like shards of glass. “You’re too late, Rayden,” he said in a hoarse but deep voice. “The true Saint Dragon has been born and is waiting for you in the Seventh Heaven.”

He wouldn’t have needed to use his Prince title if Prince York was gone. His true name was Dragon Silva, the genuine dragon!