The Dragon Prince Book Novels & Stories

“We are honored that the son of my old friend has been chosen by the Goddess as my daughter’s mate. Though I admit, we are surprised—it’s rare for a dragon to be bonded with someone who isn’t a dragon. Still, Lycans and dragons have stood as allies for generations. It seems our bloodlines are fated to remain close.” The prince bowed slightly, his dark hair brushing his forehead as he replied, “Thank you, Your Majesty. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my visit to Eryndrakor would lead me to the queen of the North Kingdom. I am humbled and deeply grateful to the Goddess for this gift.” My cheeks flushed. When Prince Alexander stepped closer, taking my hand in his, the warmth of his

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

Not me,l nothing called rescued was ever in my life. “I heard they were dragons who know how to treat their females satisfactorily. I can't wait to meet one” She added, and that seemed to lift their spirits. “I heard that the prince will be coming to choose a bride this time. He had never shown up for any of the events in the past. I would be more than grateful because I know he would pick me. How excellent would it be to become the wife of the dragon prince!” A girl squealed happily. It was the head of Pack council’s daughter. Up until last year, she was promised to the Alpha’s heir, Orion. No one knows what happened between the two to date.

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

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

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.

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.

For love is fierce when bonds run deep, And dragon hearts no cage can keep. Let kingdoms fall and empires break, The Dragon Thief will rise, awake. Ryuki ‘Feeling smug, are we?’ Bynjym asks me. ‘Says the dragon who is currently wrapped around his queen,’ I retort. 'I’d say my plan worked.’ ‘YOUR plan? What plan was that?’ I ask.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

Minerva was awed and climbed onto the dragon with Vincent who was looking at the dragon eye to eye. Minerva didn't notice the small contact between the two and sat on the head of the dragon before Vincent came to join her. Already having an idea how to hold a dragon when flying, Vincent tucked Minerva into his embrace while shielding her from falling by blocking both sides with his hands. Before Minerva could examine his handsomeness closely as their faces were few inches away from the other, the dragon spread out it's wings, blowing a handful of hair into her face. *** The field immediately became quiet as everyone was stunned by what just happened. The Prince and the red haired girl were g