Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

They laughed and walked away to go talk. Saphira walked to a table with drinks on it, took one, then turned to walk away when a scent hit her so hard, she stiffened and tried to find the source. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. She finally chalked it up to her imagination and turned to walk away but ran straight into a wall. When she looked up, she realized it wasn't a wall, but the most incredible man she had ever seen. He reached to touch her face, and she leaned into his touch. The sparks were enough to make her forget her manners completely until she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard, "My beautiful mate. Might I know your name and where you are from?" Saphira looked i

'' 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.

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. I am getting better, yet I am nothing like Zane or Urien. Zane is a natural; he commands the room. His presence is inevitable; Urien does not command as much attention, yet he is impressive. He has a presence that, when he walks into the room, the conversation fades, and people look in his direction.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

Lirian looked at the mosaic floor. The new arrival came through the main doors a few minutes later, and the first thing Lirian registered was the sound of its stride, not quite Vaelor's controlled precision and not quite Draven's deliberate ease. Something between them, but heavier. Prince Soren Thalor was broader than either of his brothers, the Terralis bloodline more dominant in his frame, though he stood shorter than Vaelor by a clear margin, built low and dense rather than tall, the kind of frame that suggested force distributed closer to the ground. His features were arranged in the pleasant expression of someone who had learned that pleasantness was more efficient than overt aggressio

I said, careful with my words. "Who is real?" Eren asked. She was still confused. "The beast," I said. I made my voice sound happy and surprised. "My dragon. She is talking to me. In my head." Eren's mouth fell open. "The dragon? She is awake? You mean like your actual dragon is awake? After all this time?" I nodded. I forced a big smile. "Yes. Her name is Veylara. She says my anger woke her up."

“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.”

Edward said with gritted teeth “we have to prepare ourselves for the fight if Elena and Liam can’t deal with the problem soon. The sky above Asterin cracked like glass, and through it descended a massive fragment of shadow flame. …. In the Kingdom of Azurelia… The frost fields cracked beneath the feet of marching nightmares. Prince Theodor sat on his dragon and looked down at the edge of the icy cliffs, his breath visible as she summoned spears of ice to impale a horde of abominations climbing over the glaciers. “These creatures are never ending,” Princess Sophie riding her dragon next to him and casting enchantments shouted frustrated “Our enchantments are freezing over with rot.” Theodor t

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.