The Dragon Prince Fanfiction Novels & Stories

These were dragon clan envoys, here to offer wedding gifts. By now, Prince Horace Montgomery must have regained his power, ready to claim Marina in gratitude. In my previous life, Marina, on a cruel whim, had sent me to the hills to pick flowers for her. There, I stumbled upon a man lying wounded and unconscious. I meant to heal him to sate my serpent urges, but when he woke up, he handed me a relic, revealing himself as the Dragon Prince. He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine.

I guess they thought this should be a private conversation. “I…I don’t want to hear this…” Willow walked toward the door. “Willow, stay!” I said. She didn’t listen to me. I moved to follow her. Blaze pushed me back. I growled “Blaze don’t!” Sky begged. “You're used to getting your way, aren’t you Brax? The dragon prince of the mythical lands. Center of all dragon kingdoms.” He hissed. “You even got that little hot ass for a mate.” Blaze continued. I stepped up to Blaze, ready to tear out his throat.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

I began to tremble not from cold because the water was hot but from pure terror. "No," I gasped and for a moment my pride cracked. "Just not a prison." Zade's eyes narrowed. He noticed. The hunter had found the weakness of his prey. "Then be a good girl." He reached into the water, lifted a wet strand of my white hair and slowly wrapped it around his finger. "Because if you are not I will personally chain you in the dark." He turned his back and left. I remained in the hot water alone with my demons and a prince who had just destroyed the only thing I had left my freedom. But as I heard the distant deep rumble of dragons beyond the walls I knew one thing.

Orgasm crashed tsunami, walls clamping vise his length, scream ripped raw as he followed—hot pulse flooding claim visceral, collapsing chest-to-chest thunder-hearts sync. Storm raged unabated outside, but inside bond deepened irrevocable—obsession confessed, submission tasted, philosophies entwined, not clashed. Silk ties loosened post-climax, tender; his fingers tracing the scar above my brow, mirror-soft, obsidian gaze a vulnerable fracture. "Two years waiting. No more games." I twisted free, partial, mahogany palm cupping scarred jaw possessively now, full lips curving half-smirk echo his. "Games just escalated, dragon. You fell first—I decide the rise."

I said. "This fictional narrative goes like this. The Dragons had all stayed together and formed clans. However, some of them became greedy for power, leading them down the wrong path and delving into magic, which disrupted the peace and prosperity of the clans. In the end, only the last surviving King remained, having lost his queen due to the side effects of magic. The King and his only Son were immune to the side effects. The Dragon King was lost in his grief for his queen, without caring for the infant who grew up feeling lonely. One day, the Son discovers a note from his father, apologizing and requesting that he fulfill his final wish." "What is his last wish?" The way Drake told the s

Lisa asked, her irritation clear in her tone. I pushed myself off the window slowly. “It doesn’t matter who they choose. We didn’t come here to choose.” My gaze moved between them, mother was angry and tense, father, quiet but worried and Lisa, frustrated and confused. “This is hell already.” I murmured. "Diana! Don't say that," Mother said, stepping closer to me. "It will be the fourth prince. I am sure of it. He is the only reasonable Dragon prince and he's single. He is the only choice."