Novel & Cerita The Dragon Prince Fanart

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.

Laughter echoes in the room. Sabestain grins, his sharp teeth in full display. " Well, not all of them, I don't know this one. Look at those luscious lips, I bet they'd feel good wrapped around my cock " Patience Sabrina....have patience The Dragon grips her jaw, clearly not satisfied with her silence. Sabrina glares at him through dilated eyes. " Such a disrespectful whore, that's no way to treat a Dragon. " His nails, no, a claw, digs into her cheek, threatening to Pierce the flesh. " You should be happy I show interest in you. A broken bitch like you can only warm my bed for..."

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

he tipped his chin to the b lue dragon that was drinking from the spring. Minerva looked at the whole place with astonishment in her eyes before looking back to him. " Are you a Prince?" Her next question came.

"I hope that you know what you are doing. Remember your mom's only wish. And know what we have with half humans. She cannot influence you son!" "I know," Deagan nodded his head. He did not like it when his mom was being mentioned. But he knew that not all half humans were bad. To him, Sunna was a harmless little bring he would like to tame his whole life. He just did not want to mention it to anyone. "She is in your house now, I suppose?" King Alfrond asked his son. But it seemed like the prince did not want to answer the question.

The beautiful prince had golden orbs that mimics the sun, so enchanting and mesmerizing and his birth had called together the top rank clans, making his mother give him the name, Alaric —Ruler of all—. Prince Alaric grew up to follow his name. With his long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, he was respected wherever he stepped foot and when his dragon scales appeared, they were golden that the sun reflects on them. Not only was he a handsome being, he was the strongest of all. Already stronger than his father and without the dragon king’s fire. On his two thousandth birthday as per the rule of their clan, he was crowned the Dragon king, and therefore, inherited the Dragon king’s blazing fi

His trust for his prince runs deep and he cannot stand it if anyone disrespects his prince. "Stop right there. I know what happened to you is not right. We are trying to help you here. My prince is trying to help you all. But you dared to disrespect my Prince? The only reason I came here is because my Prince commanded me. He is the person who found out about who you are and what happened to you. You better not dare to disrespect my Prince" he said with anger. He is so angry that his skin became scaly like his dragon skin and his eyes turned red like his dragon. All the souls became curious at his outburst. He was not angry when they injured him or threatened him. But now he is so angry becau

I admire all the paintings, but there is one in particular that catches my attention. It is a painting of a deep blue dragon flying over a mountain during a raging thunderstorm, a mountain I know all too well. I am surprised that out of all the paintings of magical beasts, they have one of a dragon considering we rarely show ourselves to humans. But what really catches my eye is the long-jagged scar running across the right side of the dragon's chest, and its deep violet eyes. This dragon looks familiar. Much too familiar. Reaching out, I run my fingertips across the dragon in the painting. My eyes begin to blur with tears. It is almost an exact replica of Fafnir, dynamic and glorious as he

The Prince suddenly appeared in front of him and smirked. “You are not the only one with different powers.” The Prince said and his clothes started to rip off, the citizens started to run in fear and Hayden watched as the Prince transformed into a beast. Ashley’s eyes widen in shock as she remembered where she had seen this before. “The painting, it's not a dragon, that painting was very misleading.” She said and stared at Ashley who was covered in blood and tears in her eyes. Hayden picked a sword from the floor and started to fight with the beast.