The Dragon Prince Aaravos Novels & Stories

He stopped right in front of me, looking down at my dirty clothes, my wrapped hand, and my bruised face. He crouched down, his fiery eyes locking onto mine. He reached out with a bare hand, his long, sharp nails grazing against my chin. His skin was burning hot against the cold air. "So this is the lost royal of Averon," the Dragon King said, his voice deep and smooth. "Julian said you were broken." The poison was still in my system, but the sheer anger in my chest burst right through it. I was tired of being touched, tired of being bought, and tired of being treated like trash.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Aqua’s POV I knew little about mates and what I did know was something about the moon goddess. I also knew that shifters had mates, werewolves, and dragon shifters both. Was this what it was or was I being delusional? Was I a dragon prince’s mate? “Aqua,” Cade whispered to bring me back to reality. I snapped out of my delusion and walked with Cade to everyone else. “Your majesties,” he bowed after greeting them, “this is my long-lost sister Aqua.” I wouldn’t call myself long lost, considering I was abandoned and found easily.

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

He lifts me up and enters the steamy hot water with me; he sits and I lean back against his chest in the hot bubbly goodness. “So, let’s hear it.” I say as he massages my shoulders. My eyes roll, and a moan leaves me before my eyes close. His fingers feel so good against my skin. “I was in the Dragon Realm. I wanted to restore it to its former glory for Cyra. After all, she isn’t just the future heir to the Phoenix Kingdom. She is the future heir to the Dragon Realm.” I lean forward and look at him over my shoulder. “She is the princess of both. I am King Apollo’s son. I am the current ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

❤️ The Enemy of My Enemy ❤️ Prince Darius wanted to ask so many more questions. His mind was spinning out of control, filled with frantic, scattered thoughts that he could barely keep up with. He wanted to ask if Draevon being the last living dragon meant that Miraeve was a dragon too. Or did she have a completely different kind of beast inside her, seeing as she was royal Khyrador blood? Did she have burning dragon fire flowing through her veins? Could she breathe flames if she really wanted to? Could she erase entire kingdoms with a single breath just like her massive brother? The questions were burning in his throat, itching to spill out.

He was doing that on purpose. “Alright, you know the rules,” Dominic said, and they nodded. “Go!” He gave the sign, and they started fighting. Arman is a golden dragon, and Adam is something green. “My cousin is an Emerald dragon, a top protector, his mate, Queen Talia, Arman's is the Amethyst Princess… the tale goes that she was bound to die, all of them, never making it, over and over… until now…” Urien whispered, and I looked at Adam under a new light. He was not the ordinary royal, yet he was impressive. A warrior, like Urien, but on steroids. He was stronger, sharper.

"Co-rule. Mine. Wear it." Hazel dissected gem pulse, thumb tracing facets, echo brow-mark childhood fall. Power thrummed offer—not cage, but throne shared. Jet intimacy replayed wrists-silk, his dominance yielded thrill; dojo gore forged trust visceral. But the South Side queen bowed to no rush. Mahogany fingers closed the box pocket slowly and deliberately, full lips curving into a half-smirk, echoing his. "Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first."

However, it quickly understood what was happening. Andrew was just showing who he truly was, someone unrestrained, unbothered, and absolutely fearless. After all, he was the Dragon Prince, the legendary heir of the Chetvine royal bloodline from Holtrien. And now, he was squaring off against Joe Driscoll, the pride of Gabo Creek. Chantelle slapped her forehead in frustration, wondering how she had been so blind。 While Joe was formidable, Andrew was a devil in disguise.