Romans & histoires The Dragon Prince

“The war was much of a concern for both princes at that time, to be disturbed by any jealous behavior or who would be a successor to the throne. After the Lukedonia was destroyed by an eight-headed dragon which was defeated by Dragon prince Oregon, he created Roland with a mindset of unifying the five kingdoms that have been plaques by war. He created Lukedonia with the heart of magic as a source of life, transformation, and protection of his people. His elder brother Agros enthroned as king known as Drakon and the rule for a long time in Lukedonia and then passed the kingship to the next ruler and so on. Drakon became very arrogant and wanted to start a war with beast and humans entered the

“I have a secret that I must tell you. Rosalie doesn’t know either but I know some how today she will.” “You’re a dragon aren’t you?” Chris gently spoke. He had a feeling he was. Ever since he was little his father taught him the ups and downs of dragon hunting. Chris and him would go on hunts but neither one would ever harm them. They actually did the complete opposite. They would protect them. Chris’s father was a dragon lover. He would always say how mysterious they where and he wanted to get to know them. “Everything about you says you are.” “I am.” Asrar spoke a little concerned. “I’m actually a prince whom has been kicked out of my kingdom due to an illness when I was younger.”

After ten thousand years of being 'extinct' as the thought of by the other supernatural creatures, (vampires, Lycans, werewolves, witches, demons) after losing the Megàlos Machi (the great battle between the dragons and the other supernatural creatures), in which the remaining survivors of the dragon army, accompanied by the last of the elves and fae, hid in the Ignere forest which later became known as the dark forest. Here they grew, multiplied for ten thousand years, till the birth of the rare godlike dragon, a species known as the golden dragons, direct descendants of the sun was born. After the birth of the prince of dragons, Azian, it was soon discovered by the leaders of the outside r

"You know I do not need a servant. They are nothing but trouble. Either they try to kill me in my sleep or they throw themselves at my feet hoping to carry the empire's heir. Disgusting." "This one will be different," the dragon murmured, sending a wave of hot satisfaction through my mind. "Your father wants blood. I want blood too." My father, King Toric, stepped beside me. The spikes of his red gold crown rose toward the sky like dragon fangs. When he spoke his voice filled the air, and the crowd below fell silent at once. "People of Blackwood. The Ironbloods led by Malakor have crossed the border. Today you will not choose servants, my sons."

“I ran but didn’t get very far, just to the street where I was almost hit by a car. That car happened to be driving Richard Johnson, the king of dragons. Was it my good luck or destiny or whatever… I don’t know, what I know is that night, a couple of dragons took me with them and gave me the best home anyone can ever have. It took me time to relax around them, a lot of time… a couple of months… to believe they would not hurt me. Later, when I was older, they told me what else happened that night, what I wasn’t aware of… apparently, they got out of the car to see if I was hurt, but they found me repeating that they were going to take my blood in some state of shock. So mom stayed with me and

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.

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.

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."

It was hard for Lycans and werewolves to stand the heat, but Harper was determined to stay as long as she could to support the King and finally see the boy freed. “It’s melting!” One of the dragon elders announced. Everyone was laser focused on the stone. Sure, enough the stone was melting. Purple started to fade to a beautiful blue. The beautiful colors continued to get bigger and brighter. Only moments after the stone had completely melted, the bright blue light started taking the shape of a child. The child looked to be nearly 40” tall. They all watched in wonder as his features started to appear, and before Harper knew it, she was staring at two big bright blue eyes. Gasps could be heard