The Dragon Prince Memes 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.

On the day of the Dragon Bloodline Awakening at the Magic Academy, I became the laughingstock of the entire school. Lucia, the most popular girl in our year, awakened the rare Phantom Dragon, while my boyfriend, Miles, resonated with the noble Frost Dragon. As for me? My entire skin was covered in a thick layer of brown mud. I looked like a stray beggar. Pictures of my disastrous awakening were pinned to the top of the academy’s forum. The comment section was howling. "Covered in mud... definitely the lowest-tier Swamp Dragon!" "Oh my god, a Swamp Dragon Knight? Might as well be a normal person!" "Can she please wear a mask from now on? Just looking at her makes me want to throw up my dinner

Dragons are massive creatures. I wasn’t paying attention to Mona’s directions, I just followed her. We walk out into what looks like a beautiful garden turned into a nightclub. The music is blaring out over the mountain top and this place is already filled with hot guys. Most of them are dragons obviously. I see one girl grab the arm of a male who is standing near her and pull him closer. She gives me a warning look and I just smirk at her. Always so jealous. I laugh to myself. Her stares don’t intimidate me. Dragons may be strong but so am I. I don’t want her man anyway; I just want to dance. I walk through the crowd. Mona pulls me over to a bar. Oh yeah, this prince knows how to throw a pa

I point at her and nod my head enthusiastically in her direction. “Silence. You have no right to mock me. I am a dragon and I won’t stand by and watch as you think you can come into my realm and worm your way into the hearts of our people.” Gasps sound out and some dragons snarl at her when I smirk at this delusional bitch. Vilkas growls at her when I hold my hand out to him to stop and shake my head. “Emalia was it? Well, it seems like you’re delusional. You see that on his neck and this here?” I point to my mark, then to the heart scale beating in my chest.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

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

she took a deep breath out, "we will know if Azian has any link to any kind of Soul magic after this ritual" "How?" Ena asked, looking at her with the uttermost intrigue. "Azian is the Prince of dragons, also a Golden dragon right?” Ena nodded, not understanding why the mother protector thought it necessary to establish facts that have long been proved and understood. “Fire is his nature therefore he cannot be burnt,” she replied, closing her eyes, “no part of him can be burnt,’ she added, clasping her hands to her chest, as She begin to chant words Ena had never heard of in all her 45 years of witching. Her tongue twisting and twirling with rage as the candles began to flicker, and burn bri

As the evening progressed, we delved into discussions about the old dragon culture, reminiscing about the traditions and customs that had shaped our people for generations. "The old dragon culture was a rich deep of rituals and beliefs," Alaric began, his eyes alight with nostalgia. "Our ancestors had a deep connection with nature and the elements. They believed in the harmony of the universe and the balance between the dragon kingdom and the human world." Boaz nodded, intrigued by the tales of old. "I've heard stories of the dragon festivals and the ceremonies they held to honor the spirits of the land and sky." "Yes, those festivals were vibrant and full of life," Alaric confirmed. "They w

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.