Soren Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

George gritted his teeth, looking at the idiot in front of him. "It's not that easy. He is not a normal dragon. He is Drake Hamilton, the most powerful orange dragon ever born. No one can kill him just like that. Not even the dragon elders. Even if we complain, he has a valid reason to be there in the fairy world. So not even the dragon elders could punish him for that" George pointed out.

“I also heard she already captured dozens of those unwanted serpents, well, she must. It is her duty to slay and capture the beasts her father unleashed upon this world.” “Yeah, thank goodness, we are not going to serve someone with bloodstained hands.” Their conversation ended with those words. I was speechless, knowing that they are indeed talking about her. ---That untamable beast herself. But a rumor’s just a rumor in the end. Only half of it was true, and the other half is fabricated to mislead people. The late crown prince, he was Cart Leonor’s late master. Leonor is one of the oldest among the old. He has served this mortal kingdom for fourteen generations already as their royal drago

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

she took a deep breath out, "we will know if Azian has any link to any kind of Soul magic after this ritual" "How?" Ena asked, looking at her with the uttermost intrigue. "Azian is the Prince of dragons, also a Golden dragon right?” Ena nodded, not understanding why the mother protector thought it necessary to establish facts that have long been proved and understood. “Fire is his nature therefore he cannot be burnt,” she replied, closing her eyes, “no part of him can be burnt,’ she added, clasping her hands to her chest, as She begin to chant words Ena had never heard of in all her 45 years of witching. Her tongue twisting and twirling with rage as the candles began to flicker, and burn bri

Tymeria said with a worried look, and Orna chuckled. "As long as he won't make any more mess. He just has to play his own game. We will have the crown, one way or the other, and we will use the crown to bring back Estrild and her shadow powes, and destroy the law and order Sabius fought too hard to keep." Sabius. I remembered Sabius from school history books. He was said to be the first dragon the Sun God created. What were they talking about? "And then we will be what we were once. Powerful," Orna whispered. "And Azura will burn in her hell watching us becoming what we were once. Estrild will win once again."

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

He had sliced through the black knight with such speed that Theo just collapsed dead on the sand. For a while the crowd died in silence in disbelief. Then they cheered. The boy dropped on one knee infront of the king "Your Highness "Boy" Dorian said "state your name" "Cleos" he said "Altar Cleos. From Dragon Isle" 'Dragon Isle?' Diego thought. Dragon isle was common to find fire nature users, but in Altars fight he displayed no fire styles at all. "Altar Cleos..." the king spoke up "youve defeated the captain of my Dornish men...."

Elara yelled, her ears ringing. Korth was no longer the thin, tired librarian. His shadow grew until it hit the ceiling. Claws tore through his human skin, and his eyes burned like twin suns. He lunged at Joren, the boy who had inhaled the king's soul. But Joren didn't move like a boy anymore. He moved like a soldier who had fought a hundred wars. He dodged Korth’s massive hand with a graceful spin. "You are too slow, Dragon," Joren said. His voice was deep and rasping, the voice of the dead King Aldren. "You spent too long hiding in this mountain. You forgot what it’s like to bleed."