The Dragon Prince Aaravos Novels & Stories

As the sun climbed steadily across the sky, the spires of Asterin’s royal palace finally came into view, glittering like a crown upon the cliffs that overlooked the emerald forests and silver rivers below. The three riders guided their dragons into a smooth descent, the massive wings stirring the morning mist into dancing swirls above the palace gardens. With a final beat of powerful wings, Aragon, Onyx, and Sapphire touched down gracefully just beyond the palace gates.

Her eyes darkened, “But I must say, she has sharp reflexes. Second prince? “You were trying to kill a royal, that's equal to treason.” “Oh please, I was just trying to save his wretched life. A dwarf will always be hated and called an imp for the rest of his life. He made a mistake by surviving my shot, now his family would use him as a sacrifice.” She chuckled. Dwarf prince? There were other dwarfs, but there was only one dwarf prince in the whole lands; Varaeys Bolton. How did Aria cross paths with him?

Prince Martin formed two large spears from the land, then Prince David supported it with a strong wind force so it would fly towards the dragon. Joining his brothers, Demitri advanced. A bow and arrow made of crystalline water suddenly appeared on his hands. He then positioned himself and shoot. I stopped breathing when I noticed that his first shot hit the leg of the dragon! 'Water might look not reliable, but it actually can be used a very good weapon,' Raja said. "Good shot, bro." Prince David smirked. "Wait. He healed himself?" Prince David went back to being serious when we heard what Prince Martin said. I looked closely at the dragon yards away. Just a moment ago, I saw a bloody wound

But I failed, so I finally shift to put some air beneath my wings. Ashrac's realm is beautiful. From the huge lake to the jagged cliffs that surround it, his kingdom is something to behold. It's too bad it belongs to such a dunce of a sexy dragon. Yeah, I'm noticing his sexy more and more. It's not like me to be attracted to such an ass. My travels take me in and out of canyons and I snatch a sparrow from the sky and eat it for a snack. It will hold me over until I can serve dragonbreath his just desserts.

The punishment for betraying us will be far worse than anything the vampires or wolves could ever do. As the dragon prince, I had additional magical abilities. My special gift is controlling the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth. My gift is something I can naturally do in both my human and dragon forms. I also can use spells, but it takes additional magic. I always took my magical abilities for granted. Never did I believe there would come the time where I needed to limit myself. Once I find the stone and take my rightful place on the throne, I will show the world my true limitless power. All will bow, and those that refuse will not have mercy. The night creatures we once allowed to exi

His body trembling as the sound reached his ears turning to his general, Tar, and the Hydra men before him, his dark eyes shifting to his royal purple as his dragon cowered, a tremble to his voice. He had to give reverence to his Alpha "The KING has arrived." --------- THE END OF AZIAN (PRINCE OF DRAGONS) BOOK 2.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face. Ava gasps. "She's fighting a dragon!" A note card slips free when I open the cover. Cream cardstock. His handwriting—precise, unmistakable: ‘Every princess needs a dragon friend... — A.’ The words blur. I blink twice before they steady. "Mommy, who's A?" Ava traces the dragon with one finger. "Is it the prince?" My voice won't come. Won't form words around the realization blooming in my chest—fragile and sharp-edged all at once.

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

he greeted as we neared the prince. “Aurien,” the dark-haired prince regarded him, arching a brow. “This is unexpected. Akyran gracil lo, prosethen diasen neath tharen?” “Prianthe amar ith,” my dragon replied curtly. “Taradrakynil,” the prince sighed it out. “As you will. Follow then,” he took his wife’s hand.