The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

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.”

We all just watched as the prince once more went to mount his horse, although this time he was staring at the huge dragon in a mixture of fear and frustration. "Do women actually go for that?" I asked as I leaned back against Xavier's chest, looking up at him as he let out a soft huff of a chuckle at my question. "Yes, but more for his title rather than anything else. There are a lot of people who are willing to overlook a lot of things when coin is involved, and the place we're going to is packed full of them. It's the perfect place for someone like him." Xavier leaned in to tell me over the wind as Bane took off, Kira quickly following behind, obviously far more comfortable with the dragon

The end of the world smelled of sulfur and crushed violets. Princess Saoirse, the last true blood of the Dragon Kings, stood before the cracked vanity mirror in the servant’s quarters. Her hands trembled violently as she destroyed her birthright. The paste—a foul mixture of river mud, crushed walnut shells, and soot—felt cold and slimy against her scalp. Outside, the sky was bleeding. The Dragon Kingdom of Aethelgard, a realm of glass spires and singing winds, was dying. It wasn't dying quietly. It was screaming under the iron treads of the Empire’s war machines.

The king's dragon. King Toric stood in its saddle, the spikes of his red and gold crown jutting from his forehead like bloody fangs. In his hand, he held a staff as tall as a man, carved from black bone and encrusted with rubies. Directly beside him, a bronze scaled dragon sliced through the air. Caspian clung to the reins on its back. His dragon must have scooped him out of the snow after we had broken through his cavalry. The prince's face was bleeding, his red cloak streaming behind him in tatters, and even from this distance, I could see the deranged, vengeful grin on his face.

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…”

The tears fell as soon as the baby was in his arms, tucked against his chest. “My first grandchild!… He's beautiful and perfect!” Noah sniffled. Eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the Prince's forehead. Tears dropped onto the baby's face as Noah held his lips there for a moment. “He smells like an Alpha. Is he a wolf?” Noah asked, unable to tell the difference since they smell alike. “No. He's an Alpha Dragon just like Atticus. His father is the Dragon King, that makes him a prince.” “A baby sky pony! I can't wait to see your dragon, little prince!” Noah couldn't stop smiling. His finger trailed along the side of the little prince's face before running it along his cute little nose.

Not me,l nothing called rescued was ever in my life. “I heard they were dragons who know how to treat their females satisfactorily. I can't wait to meet one” She added, and that seemed to lift their spirits. “I heard that the prince will be coming to choose a bride this time. He had never shown up for any of the events in the past. I would be more than grateful because I know he would pick me. How excellent would it be to become the wife of the dragon prince!” A girl squealed happily. It was the head of Pack council’s daughter. Up until last year, she was promised to the Alpha’s heir, Orion. No one knows what happened between the two to date.

He lifts me up and enters the steamy hot water with me; he sits and I lean back against his chest in the hot bubbly goodness. “So, let’s hear it.” I say as he massages my shoulders. My eyes roll, and a moan leaves me before my eyes close. His fingers feel so good against my skin. “I was in the Dragon Realm. I wanted to restore it to its former glory for Cyra. After all, she isn’t just the future heir to the Phoenix Kingdom. She is the future heir to the Dragon Realm.” I lean forward and look at him over my shoulder. “She is the princess of both. I am King Apollo’s son. I am the current ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

the Queen raged. Lu boldly stood up, he sent a glare to the girl and was swearing under his breath. “Maybe he’s creating a pack of his own for defense” the dragon prince said. Lu calmed down on hearing his calm voice. His sister turned to her brother with a disgusted look, “Is he an Alpha? Only Alpha’s have right to create a pack? Or are you a nut job too?”. The Prince ignored her and stood up, “Good job, Sir Lu. Now we know his company, we just have to find a way to catch them alone. Set a trap. Inform me directly” he marched out of the court.

And all this while he has been nothing but a shadow of his past, mourning and hiding his true identity. But how could the eighteen-year-old ever know who he is if Javier won’t tell her? A dragon. That’s what he was. Prince Javier didn’t act or think differently when he’s a dragon, so why should he separate the two different entities when they’re the same? After all, the creature is a part of him, resides within him. Granted, others may slightly different and less biased opinion compared to him. There's also another risk of Celina seeing his wound and digging about it. He didn’t want to answer her twenty different questions, which would only make him feel guilty later. Prince had a limit to h