Novel & Cerita The Dragon Prince Fanart

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.

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.

he amusedly mumble, sounding more of a whining. "Really, Fergus?" Tadeo exclaimed, unamused of the man. But the King just glared at him. "I know a lot of nobles, Ahrah" he tried to convince the girl, ignoring the angry growls from the Alphas. If only Narrah turns to her father, she would see his hopeful face. "I'm fine with Alpha Kieran, my King. He is handsome. I only want my Prince Alpha Beast" she politely declines with a sweet smile.

"Going back to the matter at hand, how are we getting to Alastia? At this point the prince will lose his head!" Isla yells, changing the conversation back to our situation. "I have a way to get you all there…" Barinor says, taking a glance at his frightful creature. "You want the Princess to ride that, that thing?" Isla spat struggling to find a word for the dragon. In all honesty, I was quite curious about the creature, it's claws and eyes a tone of yellow, as it's scales from to bottom turned a dark green to a light blue of it's scales.

“It is quite surprising— a demon giving a special gift to a human. My, my, is she even allowed to use such bow, your highness?” “I am not certain of it yet,” he replies, making it sound like he disregarded their worries. “She might be able to do it. I think I might be able to help her aswell.” Both Tanda and Keisuke face palmed. They should have seen it coming. Their prince doesn’t listen to them in terms of a conversation about helping a human. “I will ready the bow in three days time, your highness. How’d you like it designed?” “Butterflies. Purple butterflies is what I seen her.”

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki

He entered my dreams first; deep seafoam eyes with hints of emerald and black invaded my dreams, claiming me. But he was just a man in my dreams or so I thought, because then I met this man, this dragon prince, he was the man from my dreams. It wasn't love at first sight or a dreamy fairytale I read in books, but a strange toxic attraction and it screamed for pleasurable moments. His touches were electric, setting my insides on fire and his eyes.. Those brilliant eyes that held such a unique colour pulled me into his dangerous, yet mystical world, where dragons soared the skies, such marvellous and fascinating creatures that flew onto the high skies and breathed majestic flames of incredible

I pointed upward at the gleaming, pearl-like shell, “That is a royal air dragon egg. Pure white!” “Ah yes, you do come from a pure royal line, so I guess that’s what we should expect,” Thalan shrugs, as he brings the egg closer to his face, “Except, if the father were an earth dragon, like Primus, the shell wouldn’t be pure white. It would be speckled green and brown, maybe even bits of red.” “Segundus was an air dragon!” I remind them, raising my voice again. “Not an earth dragon. It must have been his seed that took root.”

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t

A humongous dragon, terrifying and monstrous, firing and destroying homes and hopes of people, catches Amira's attention. The dragon looks familiar to her. She searches for memories in her head of where she has probably seen it. 'Right! It's the dragon I saw in my dream!' she confirms and scrutinizes the painting once more. 'But who are you?' Kian rests his hands on his hip-level as he finishes lining all the paintings, eyeing each of them that he has collected and kept in good condition. His family ceases to believe the story his great grandfather has told until inhumane creatures shows one at a time and threatens to destroy the peacefulness on their land. The time the king and the queen wi