The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

“This giant dragon is the only thing anyone is talking about. There have been refugees filtering in all morning from the west, each with a terrifying account of barely escaping his blaze of fury when their town was destroyed. There are so many first-hand accounts that there would be no way to silence them all. Quite a few people are coming from the front insisting this monster drake is Prince Primus himself, risen from the ashes, back from the land of the dead to reclaim his place as king." The room grows very silent as I stand there, staring at this drake and considering my options. When he realizes that one of those options might be killing everyone within the castle walls to keep the sec

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.

he tipped his chin to the b lue dragon that was drinking from the spring. Minerva looked at the whole place with astonishment in her eyes before looking back to him. " Are you a Prince?" Her next question came.

Evidently, he has no knowledge of what his Duke has been doing lately. “Then let us make a deal to stop this hullabaloo between my master dragon and your Duke. Your Duke has been consistently pestering the Village of my son Dareon, the Thregonad Village. Lately, your Duke attacked the village and killed many Thregonad people and worst kidnapped the First Princess of the Kingdom of Gold Valley, who happened to be the wife of my son, Dareon.” The Dragon Lord stated with calmness yet firmness in his voice.

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.

His son was safe now and powerful too. " No, Your Majesty. That's not it. " one of the officials stepped out and ordered the guard to leave. " The thing is... the sixth prince is now a full fledged dragon and a true blood at that." The minister stated and the others nodded with a bright smile on their face. It was like their memories were awoken and they all looked at the sixth prince with both respect and pride on their faces. The king wasn't so shocked as he had also expected something like that to happen one day. It was just that it was sooner than he thought.

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…”

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

They were not the one's to be spared, as they were the one, who stole their Dragon Stone, rendering them Powerless. Vayldre started walking away from there, as Master Dagat's and Ulras's eyes met with a sinister intention. Vayldre was thinking about what was coming their way... His way! It was Duty Against Love that was not even bloomed in his heart yet. And he would always choose DUTY. Because, he was the Dragon Prince - The last ruler of Dragonilla. The one responsible for bringing power and glory back to the Dragon race. “ My prince. ” Zico's voice called out to him and he stopped just beside the painting of his father hanged in the hallway.