The Dragon Prince Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At first, all she saw was the color purple. It looked like a small purple thunder storm engulfed Roger and the dragon’s head. Blue lightning traveled through the clouds. She gasped and tried to head over there but the prince had a hold of her. He wouldn’t let her go. “What’s going on in there with them?” She asked, pushing against his unyielding arms. “Dragon magic.” Prince Vaugn whispered reverently, as he watched intently. She shook her head. “He needs me!” She gasped and smacked Prince Vaugn across the face. A red hand mark was left behind.

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

Abigail replied, that was the first story every witch was ever told. I grinned, "What you do not know my dear Abigail is the other half of the story. Who the stranger was and how he did come by this magic." Abigail pricked up her ears looking at her aunt in confusion, "what do you mean to say? Who was the man?" " A dragon prince. More than nine hundred thousand years ago. The dragon race ruled the sky. Dragons are magical creatures just a scale from thier bodies could create great magic.

Just by standing there, his chaotic, raw magical aura made everyone's primal instincts scream run. The crowd immediately scrambled away, terrified this ticking time bomb of a dragon would snap. I opened my mouth to say, “I'm marrying Cael,” but the old King's warning flashed in my mind. “Since you chose the eldest, I will honor it. But keep your mouth shut until I officially announce it.” The power struggles inside the Dragon Fortress were lethal, and every faction had their eyes on the throne. I swallowed my words. Cael didn't say a word. He just locked his oppressive crimson eyes onto me, a fleeting shadow of dark disappointment passing through them.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

a rejected Dragon mate always faces disgraceful behavior from other Dragon people, they without a words outcaste from every important ceremonies and events, rejected mates usually faces fate worst then slave or lower rank Dragons… Memory- 3 (End) ------------------------------------------------- Memory – 4 (Start) “In presence of all grace from Dragon realm and Witch Realm…. I now crowned you as ‘DRAGON PRINCE’” King Ladon proudly announced Draco as Dragon prince and crowned him with his prince crown…. Dragon Queen Cassandra was feeling proud on her son Draco, like any other mother she started shedding tears of joy to witness Draphidrmia of her only son and being crowned by his own father “T

I stared at him deciding if it was worth my time to reply to his nonsense or not. "I'm ordering you as the crown prince! Go and fight that dragon!" He shouted again. "If I feed you to that dragon, you wouldn't be a crown prince anymore. You'll just be a poop." I said and left him. I continued to look around for any sign of Xavier but I couldn't find him or any of his staff so my best guess is he's still inside the palace. I looked at the dragon again and sighed. You know what, what do I have to lose? There's really nothing here for me anyway. It's not my world, not my life, and not my fiance. Maybe, this would get me back to the modern world.

I look up, feeling the dragon above me moving his head, I give a gentle smile seeing that he is carefully observing us. "I am Prince Rhys, son of King Draig and Queen Rune, yes this is my dad," the boy answers. Looking up and the boy places his hand on his father's dragon, when I see his eyes glaze over. "It's good to meet you Prince Rhys, can you tell your father it's ok to shift, you are safe here; I give you my word none of my people will hurt you. I'm sorry I used my aura on you, but I didn't see you, I wouldn't dream of harming a child." A growl escapes me when I turn to see my mates shifted into their lycan forms, staring down the dragon above me like he is prey.

, Kenna replied with a pout. Kaliyah’s mind wandered to the mystery dragon with whom she had a one-night stand with. She didn’t even bother to get his name. will she be able to find him? “Kenna! Dragons? Never! You either marry the Serbian prince or the crown prince of the Jahir empire”, Brenna said with a tone of finality. Kaliyah hissed and started eating. Her family’s drama was top-notch. She also ignored her father as he had been ignoring her this morning.

“Is that your only solution? Getting pregnant and birthing babies?!” “You need an army…” “Llod!” He turned on his feet to look at her then. “You need an army and you will raise one. They will be loyal to you. Birth dragon lords we will find dragons to command them.” “There are no more dragons and I will not…” “There are. The prince is a dragon lord. He has dragon blood.” Her eyes narrowed and warning like heavy brass bells went off in her head. “How did you…?”