The Dragon Prince Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We all just watched as the prince once more went to mount his horse, although this time he was staring at the huge dragon in a mixture of fear and frustration. "Do women actually go for that?" I asked as I leaned back against Xavier's chest, looking up at him as he let out a soft huff of a chuckle at my question. "Yes, but more for his title rather than anything else. There are a lot of people who are willing to overlook a lot of things when coin is involved, and the place we're going to is packed full of them. It's the perfect place for someone like him." Xavier leaned in to tell me over the wind as Bane took off, Kira quickly following behind, obviously far more comfortable with the dragon

Father studies me for a long moment. “You are king,” he says. “And you are dragon. Both demand sacrifice.” “And if sacrifice is no longer acceptable?” I ask. He does not answer immediately. “Then you become something new,” he says at last. The connection fades. Silence fills the chamber. Kaelith looks at me. “You’re not waiting, are you?” “No.” “Good.” Alone at last, I allow the dragon closer to the surface. My claws score the stone beneath my desk.

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.

Kian explains to her. “Is that the Dragon that-” He cuts her off with a warning look and that only piques my interest. “The dragon you drew?” I lean forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as I wait for him to answer. “Yes, I once drew a dragon.” “Something that made you give up a treasure… May I see it?” I ask. Fate paired My Wolf Princess to me, but for a father to give up his child, now that intrigues me. Especially since it was clearly not the norm to give your daughters up for the sake of an alliance in this kingdom.

At the Kingdom of Gold Valley, the Lycan Wedding of the Master Dragon and the First Lycan Princess already ended and two hearts that understand, accept, and love each other started to relish the magic of joy and peace in their hearts. “I love you wife; I never thought that I could be as happy as this. As a Dragon, I was born to fight and never to be conquered by love; but you conquered me; my love for you conquered my frigid warrior heart” Dareon said in a whispering manner as he moved closer to her in their soft, king-size bed. The Lycan Princess smiled as she caressed his face. “I love you more my warrior dragon, my mate, my love.” She then showered his face with little kisses until her li

The strong urge to see her once again sends pain through his heart and he ought to release it. His bleak roar resonates all over the sky. The creatures down low, witnessing the mighty red dragon's frustrations and pain, anguish with him whereas some scrutinizes him for being indifferent from the rest of his kinds. Even the wood fairy who knows about the truth yet chooses to hide it, feels sorry for the prince of red dragons.

I had to burn in order to shine, and so did Vilkas. I was once the dragon’s lost phoenix princess, but what is lost is always found. THE END! Hi lovelies, I just want to say a massive thank you for reading The Dragon’s Lost Phoenix Princess. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. As always, leave a review and drop some gems. Let me know what you liked and what you didn’t. I enjoy reading your comments because it helps me to grow. Thank you so much for the continued support.

The wonder of that sensation, little sparks of life just beneath my hand, was beyond anything I could have imagined. In a single day, I went from being a drake with a human mate ready to live a short life with her, knowing that someday she would leave me broken with nothing to remember her by, to becoming a dragon prince with his very own princess that he can have for the rest of his life, our home filled with the sound of laughter and small bodies crashing into walls and falling out of windows. “Maybe we should redo the windows, and add more latches,” I murmur mostly to myself. Carnelia gives me the strangest look, I can’t tell if it is amusement, confusion, or a weird combination of both.

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.

All the more as his body, that had been on a water-diet for some time, wouldn't be able to handle this much food at once. After just a few more spoonful, he forced himself to set the bowl aside, and interrupted the very creative imagination of a battle that never happened in reality. "I hope your mother is doing good?" In the middle of the spectacular decapitation of a soldier by a horsewhip, the prince suddenly stopped. "Oh, I'm sure she's doing well. Better than yourself at least, since she didn't need to fight an army at her doorstep. But this crazy dragon is still searching everywhere for her, so, you know, I don't really know where she is."