The Dragon Prince And His Mate Novels & Stories

I wanted to ask a million questions, but her face gave nothing away—just that same steady, unblinking stare fixed on Alessandro. The story unfolded in my head as he spoke, vivid and real, like I could see it playing out. I imagined Alessandro, younger, standing tall in some grand hall filled with supernaturals—wolves with their fierce eyes, vampires with their cool, calculating stares, and dragons, majestic and untouchable, their scales catching the light. And there she was, his mate, a dragon princess, her presence commanding attention, her eyes locking with his across the room. I could picture the moment they realized what they were to each other, the way their hearts must have raced, the

she says. My gaze wanders to the crown settled atop her head and I quickly realize she is Kaine's mate, the Witch Queen. I've heard stories about her but none of them ever said she was this beautiful. "Ash, do you vow to care for, honor, and love Prince Jaxon with everything you have until death and after?" she asks. I frown. And after? I ask Shawn. I do not know much about dragons, but I do know they mate for life. Once their mate dies, they cannot take another. It is extremely dishonorable, and dragons will have death before dishonor, he explains.

I repeated, hoping that he would tell me he was just kidding and we could laugh about this one day. “Yes, Andreena. I am a dragon and you are my mate.” Mate? What did that mean? Was it like how animals mated or was it what he had meant when he said that he had claimed me and I belonged to him? “You are mine.” He drawled out in that same rasping tone. The way that he said it, like there was no room for argument, like it was just something that I should already know. “Dragons aren’t real and I’m not yours.” I whispered, shaking my head.

, his aunt explains. “My son will be to your school since we thought he would have better luck finding his mate with a school with different species.” “Alright, I’ll keep my eyes out for him.”, he tells his aunt. Christian’s aunt nods her head before shifting into a dragon and flying away. It was quiet for a while until I felt the urge to go to the waterfall; subconsciously, I began walking to the waterfall. Neither one of my friends stopped me, so I continued making my way towards it. I stopped at the waterfall, and I heard a powerful roar. I quickly glance at Cam to see him behind his mate. Carefully, I continue my way, but I quickly glance at Christian to appear. I should have run, but my

his hands flailed in the air as he was almost shouting. Headmasters Artheous grin grew even wider. “That may be true, but according to Draconian lore, any dragon borne who manages to find their destined mate will be bound to them,” he says with a softer and almost chuckling voice. “I remember that, it also says that their power would become much stronger than before,” commander Tycus immediately joined in upon understanding it. “And that may be the reason why the prince is having a hard time controlling his form as of now,” the headmaster pointed out with a finger raised.

Jade moved to sit on the bed, with her legs crossed. “What exactly is a Dragon’s mate?” “Basically, it is just like a husband and wife. It is a Dragon’s way of getting married. Except a little different. You see when a Dragon finds his mate, there is no other female for him. They are extremely loyal. In fact, it is physically impossible for a Dragon to be with anyone other than their mate.” Staring at her blankly, I waited for her to continue explaining it to me.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

Power sat on her shoulders like it belonged there. Still. Not impressed. “You look beautiful in person, dragon princess,” I said politely, giving her a nod. She smiled back, graceful and sharp. “Thank you, wolf prince.” But inside my head, I scoffed. Powerful or not, she was nothing compared to my Jayden. Not even close. If my mate wanted to, he could probably bend her will and not even break a sweat. Dragons burned. Wolves endured. And my mate was not normal. She looked at me again, eyes curious now. “You do not look bad yourself, wolf prince,” she said. “I heard you found your mate. I am certain she is beyond beautiful as well.”

You’d think as a growing dragon that he’d eat everything and maybe he will when he’s a little bit older, but ever since he flew with his father a few months ago, he’s wanted to get stronger. Ancalagon’s father, Avani, the last earth dragon, is not my mate. He found his mate after Ancalagon was conceived. I wasn’t around at the time. I had flown out to the desert to lay my egg and sit on it until Ancalagon hatched. Then, we stayed another month until Ancalagon was strong enough to fly. It had taken us a long time to get back here, to my mountain high in the sky, but we eventually made it. Once we did, I heard that Avani had found his mate, an elf princess.

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.