The Dragon Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Free falling from the sky, I couldn’t stop screaming. My arms flailed around as if trying to grab onto something, even if there was nothing to grab. Above me was a Dragon, galactic in size. He had to be as massive as a mountain. I had to admit that the Dragon was alluringly breathtaking. Luminous metallic purple scales cascaded over its entire form. Its wings arched slightly as they span across the sky. Its head turned down as it looked at me, with large radiant indigo eyes. When it redirected and started flying toward me, I stopped screaming and simply stared at the magnificent beast.

Odessa had no clue. My dragon vibrated, feeling her tiny fingers braid the top of my head into tiny rows. It was the best I’ve ever had. They were so tight it would last for several full moons. Her fingers even massaged my shoulders, causing my tight posture to loosen. My tiny Fawn knew exactly how to make my dragon purr like a feline. Once she placed the final bead on my tied back hair, I pulled her to my lap. Her eyes were painted blue, purple and gold, her lashes decorated with black paint, making them look impossibly longer. My thumb brushed against her cheek, her settling into my arms.

∞∞∞ The throne room still stank of ash and blood. Once a jewel of architecture, the high-arched ceiling now bore soot scars from dragonfire. Half the stained glass had melted, leaving jagged holes where sunlight poured in without mercy. The dais had been stripped bare; her father’s throne replaced with nothing but a carved obsidian slab. And he sat atop it like he had always belonged there. The Dragon Warlord. He didn’t wear a crown. He was one.

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.

I cleared my throat, turned to look at the moon again, and answered, "Yes, when I was a child." "And now?" he pressed. "Now, I believe that princesses don't need to be guarded by dragons and be rescued by a prince. I believe they can escape on their own. I believe that dragons could be just representations of a princess's fears and insecurities, but then again, it is as simple as a dragon protecting the princess from the outside threat." "You have an intriguing mind, Ms. Chase." He chuckled lightly. "So I'm told." I controlled the urge to bite my lip. Hell, he had a very sexy chuckle.

“I don’t want to give you false hopes, Afana.” The trees turned chestnut carrot and along the path were dead twigs and leaves. Beside the silver-haired lady was a man. Which I can assume was the vampire prince judging from his black embroidered suit. The dragon crest that is only used by the royals of the vampire kingdom back in the past. “False hopes?” The prince nodded and looked at the woman by his side. Her hair wasn’t tied and was freely dancing along with the mild blow of the wind. Lilac flowers surrounded her like a crown on her head and a pair of tiny diamonds was dangling on her ears.

When I was not stealing shits, I spend my time drawing shits, again. I wasn't good, but I liked the peace it brought me. I closed my eyes with a sigh, hoping once again that Vera is fine. *** (Vera) “The nerve!” the dragon prince breathed out. If he had shifted, he would be breathing fire now. He looked down at me, his eyes dangerous, menacing. And it shouldn’t have made me feel the cyclone of pleasure deep in my belly, but damn it did. Ezra will not be pleased about this.

“What are you doing here?” He walked in and closed the door behind himself. He even locked the door then walked closer and closer to me. He had lust in his eyes. I stumbled backwards almost knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. I was nearly forgetting how to push the right words out of my mouth. “We can’t do this… I want to be accepted here.” I mumbled because all I knew was rejection and deceit. Why would the dragon prince be any different? It wasn’t like the king and queen would let us be together. It was hard to say no when my body was aching with lust.