The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

The dragon's scales cracked like thunder splitting a tree, and suddenly a man stood where the beast had been, eyes locked on mine with zero warning. I froze mid-step on the beach, tools still in hand from patching the yacht. Avery spun beside me, half-shifted with claws out. The crew scattered behind us, shouting questions, but this guy just raised his hands slow, like he knew one wrong move meant death. "Easy," he said, voice smooth but edged with exhaustion. "No more fire. No more fighting. I am Prince Kenji of the Eastern Empire. That test is over."

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

Did he just say dragon princess. As in the heir to the dragon throne. As in the next ruler of the dragons. My monster went silent. The silence inside my head did not last long. ‘If a vampire prince gets engaged to the dragon princess’ my monster finally said, ‘slow and heavy, they will be unstoppable for life. Power like that has never existed before. This is basic knowledge. This is the strongest alliance the supernatural world will ever see.’ I felt it then. The weight of it. The way the room itself seemed to shift slightly, like fate had just leaned forward to watch.

“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…?”

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

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.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

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.

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."

She knew the Prince's eyes was on her, watching her, studying her. He was just like she had been told he would look like. Tall, golden complexion, handsome with fair hair and mesmerising blue eyes. Her eyes darted around quickly and she noticed the other girls from Queenstrial gawking at them. At her specifically. Majority of them were frowning at her. And Astra. Oh gods! Astra was looking at her! She thought as she looked away, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Prince Caspian held her hand and looked at her with concern in his eyes.