The Dragon Prince Fanart Novels & Stories

"Thank you, my dragon." The Prince blinked at the memory, a grin curving around his lips. He was still unable to believe that Celina chose him. They made the best couple for a reason. She's the dragon rider to his dragon. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought about how at present, she doesn't have any recollection of those memories.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Hopefully, I learn to control it. Luxurious was too little a word to describe the Prince’s suite. There were paintings on different angles on the wall, each painting having its own significance, but the largest of them was a portrait of Prince Draven adorned in his princely robe, seated on a throne and a Trident in his left hand. I moved closer to the portrait, my hands tracing the frame. He looked like a god, an angry one ready to breathe down fire.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The Princesses and other Royalties upon seeing this, drew out their swords and started fighting with the villains. "Which one do you wish for us to take among these Dragons?" Prince Arthur asked the Demon King. "Which? Or How many! I need every damn one of them. You can't get the Demon Body if these requirements aren't met." The demon king answered. "Okay, okay, I got you." Prince Arthur said as he flew down to the city and went to touch the Dragon princesses. He touched Princess Tre, Prom, Terry, Xerry, Merry, Hetty, Ari, Jett and Blair. When he went towards the dragon princess Liza, Prince Dracula stood at front and blocked his path.

The tears fell as soon as the baby was in his arms, tucked against his chest. “My first grandchild!… He's beautiful and perfect!” Noah sniffled. Eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the Prince's forehead. Tears dropped onto the baby's face as Noah held his lips there for a moment. “He smells like an Alpha. Is he a wolf?” Noah asked, unable to tell the difference since they smell alike. “No. He's an Alpha Dragon just like Atticus. His father is the Dragon King, that makes him a prince.” “A baby sky pony! I can't wait to see your dragon, little prince!” Noah couldn't stop smiling. His finger trailed along the side of the little prince's face before running it along his cute little nose.

Does he have an artistic side? I walk over to one of the paintings, and I can’t stop myself from touching it. It is a painting of a beautiful Siver dragon against a dark backdrop. The dragon almost looks like the one on Salvatore’s arm. It looks ancient. Majestic… fierce, and wise... I wonder If dragons mean anything to him.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.