The Dragon Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

Rex said, pointing towards the right-hand road. “You aren’t worried about tentaculums?” Lizz asked, eyes wide. “F**k sake” Rex cursed. “We have the prince who shares a bond with a dragon, they fear the dragons, we are fine, plus they are a rare sight these days anyways” Raz said with a smile. ‘That’s if I can even use Fafnir’ Rex thought looking down at the cracked talisman, a little worried as Raz continued down the right path once more.

A temporary hiding place before we inevitably end up where we always do contemporary and queer romance. Our natural habitat. I pick up a book with a massive dragon painted across the cover and slowly rotate it in my hands. Fantasy covers go hard. The artwork is ridiculous in the best way. Every scale on the dragon has been illustrated with obsessive detail. Blue melting into green, green into purple, purple streaked with gold. The colors swirl like magic itself spilled across the page. It’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. My lips wobble slightly. “I like him so much,” I whisper.

I do my best to confer at appropriate times while viewing her as my favorite piece of art in this place. "Oohh, Finn, look at these two. I love them." She pulls me farther up the line of art until we stand directly in front of a matched pair of paintings. A male and female character of Dragons Reborn are framed side by side. The male image is in a dark wood frame with a painted character that extends out from the canvas. The thick paint is stacked up so the image has a layered and three dimensional feel.

kill her. She opened her eyes and saw the creature looking back at her. He didn't look angry anymore. Then, the Princess looked down. The dragon's cock was fully erect. She felt an instant fire building inside of her. Somehow she knew that this thick and long appendage was designed for her; it was a primal instinct that had been dormant all of her life. This was her true destiny! Before Anais's astonished eyes, the Princess crawled closer to the dragon and delicately grabbed his cock, like the most cherishable gift she had ever received. She looked at it for a moment and then licked it with a little hesitation; not because she didn't want to do it but because she wanted to do it right. The

added the prince’s aid. “Don’t mind if I do!” Dorin said with a smile. [Dorin!] wrote Seb. “Dragon! Come here!” Johan called the young dragon who was busy catching tossed fish from Xander and Venet. He cut a big piece off the dripping hotcake and showed it to Dagon. Dagon eagerly made a summersault, turned into his human form, and ran to Johan’s side, opening his mouth wide. The room fell quiet. Johan dropped the now empty fork. He looked at Xander, then at Dorin and Seb.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

The lounge room looked apparently fresher then. Celestine sighed, a big heave up emerged on her chest. “At least we can try to vanish out in a thin air.” Her breasts behind the lower cleavages as a young noble woman normally wearing in the kingdom appeared to haul up as she sighed. At the same time, inside the mansion where King Dragon was having a party with his guests, Prince Hawthorne and Knight Theodore. “Me? You think I am in love so much with this princess?” King Dragon laughed, sipped his wine after hearing the question from Prince Hawthorne. He looked away from the piercing stare Prince Hawthorne aimed at him.

Ren said with a pleasant smile as he gestured to the palace behind him. “Wow…just…wow…” I said what I honestly felt. I heard Ren laugh softly next to me at my reaction to the massiveness of his palace. It was a crime against humanity that someone could live in a place this massively huge all by himself. Ren’s palace was too big for me to accurately describe and decorated with statues and carvings of dragons everywhere. Red and gold were the main colors used to decorate his palace as fitting of the crown prince of the Flame Dragon Empire. The official seal of the empire along with Ren’s official seal were featured side by side in various places on the exterior of the building.

He explains, his voice shaking violently, "It means his body is a direct, pure descendant of the Hale Moonfang Pack—one of the only three untouchable royal families of the entire Holtrien Continent. And his dragon tattoo? It does not bear the black eyes of an ordinary pack warrior, nor the silver eyes of a notable highborn bloodline, and not even the golden eyes reserved strictly for the family's elite heirs." Herman’s entire frame shakes uncontrollably as his panic reaches its absolute peak. "His dragon tattoo bears blood-red eyes. Do your brains know what that means? It means his wolf is the one and only legendary Dragon Prince of the royal Hale family!" "Ten years ago, his claws brought a