Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

the king of Dreadmoor yelled into the storm worried for his daughter. “Don’t worry dad, no one can hurt my sister with me here” Prince Oscar yelled as he slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

He asked. "No." I whispered, "No one does." * "Oh."He looked amused, "So what do they call me, then? In your kingdom." I shivered. He was enjoying this far too much, "The Dragon Lord." He smiled nodded in approval. "Right, as they should." "As for you, call me Dracul." Dracul. I had learned the Dragon Lord's name. It was regal, aristocratic, and powerful at the same time. It rolled off his tongue melody or a song.

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.

I choked. “You are a dragon too now!?” Father laughed, head turning to the woods. “Not as impressive as your dragon, but a dragon none the less.” Father’s arm raised, his palm facing up, waiting. Sorin, with chestnut brown hair and golden highlights, came walking out in a blue sundress. Father gripped her hand, pulling her towards me. “Nice to meet you,” her voice carried through the cliffs. “You are more beautiful than your father has told me.”

"Repeat to me what you saw!" I roared, my voice echoing through the dim light of my study as I hurled my cup against the wall, shattering it into a thousand shards. The atmosphere buzzed with tension. "I-I saw her eyes glow purple, master," stuttered one of my warriors, the fear palpable in his voice. I had infiltrated the princess's life to monitor her transformation, and now it was happening—her powers awakening, alongside the great dragon bound to her. Finally, I had found her!

He asked. Wow, Micheal did know a lot. He even knew about the king and Queen? "You know about the dragons?" Anna asked shyly. Micheal grinned, "you mean that Edwin is a liche dragon and the great descendent of death? Believe me I know, death would not stop bragging." Anna nodded, "and also that Azian-" "Is the golden dragon prince. The first in ten thousand years and the last one ever?" Micheal asked. Both Anna and I nodded.

of King Segundus. The eggs I was told were mine by the traitor who deposited my prone body at the false queen’s feet. But as we pass, I take a look inside to get a glimpse of Eleanora’s mysterious offspring and I know at once that he is mistaken. Segundus was an air drake mostly, but he also carried the heritage of a celestial dragon and our father was such a powerful earth drake that he could control every element, including the iron in others’ blood. Blood dragons are exceedingly rare but their lineage is powerful. Any child of mine, or my brother, would have a streak of telltale red from my father, and a bit of the stardust black of our mother.

“He was with his father and grandfather. I think his grandfather had some sort of power because he was able to see me hiding with what he called his third eye. He was also able to find my house even though I gave poor instruction. They were looking for a gemstone, and I think. Konn said his best friend was a prince.” Betty sat down in a chair. “It sounds like his grandfather was a holder and that would make their kingdom the first Dragon Kingdom Wilwar. He should be still living in the castle.” My eyes lit up. “Is it far from here Gram?” I called Betty Gram because I saw her as family. She did more for me than my own family. She taught me not to knock my humanity. I would always say I wanted

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”

Terra replied with low growl and scrunched her eyebrow “AND I AM DRAGON PRINCE…… TERRA… DON’T YOU FORGET THAT…. I AM DRAGON PRINECE DRACO…. ONE AND ONLY SON OF OUR LATE KING LADON BLACK AND QUEEN CASSANDRA…. YOU AND PETRO ARE MY DRAGON PEOPLE…. AND…… YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO….” I growled back