The Dragon Prince Novels & Stories

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.

started the Prince “that you would shift almost immediately, your dragon has probably been waiting to be released for a long time, most of us shift as babies and our familiar grows with us, it is hard to know even if your familiar would be fully grown or a baby still...My mother will know more on the matter. Come, let's get dressed and go to see her” The Prince stood swiftly and kissed Seraphina on her neck, the same place her had drank from her earlier. The contact sent shivers through Seraphina, she couldn’t wait for him to bite her again. She inwardly chastised herself for thinking such impure thoughts. As though the Prince was thinking the same things, he looked at her and laughed hearti

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.

Stiles. The baby dragon climbed onto my head and settled there like a crown. Pandora laughed even harder. I covered my face. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster. Somewhere inside the palace, King Eldric sat at his desk reviewing reports. A servant stood nearby describing the tiny dragon. The king listened patiently. At first he looked amused. By the end of the story, he looked curious. A smile appeared on his face. "Bring them to me in the morning." Outside his window, the evening sky darkened over Scorish. Inside the palace, a baby dragon slept on Maria's head without a care in the world. Tomorrow, Stiles was going to meet a king.

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.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

Some lift the deceased dragons, while some begin to gather wood, and the others start burning what’s left on the field. I stare at the red dragon. He’s larger than the others. “Is that you?” I ask. “It is. The red dragons are the strongest. I can control the elements: fire, wind, water, and earth. Since I’m the prince, I can cast spells and do other magic, but it requires more energy. My natural magic I can do without the help of the dragon stone.” He pauses for a moment, “We are going to skip ahead.” I nod. We are back in the first room. Everyone is walking in, and they’re completely naked. A scream rings throughout the walls. Jonat runs into the room, “They’re all dead!”

Crown Prince Stefan and the queen were the first to be brought in, followed by Count Blyth, Lady Emily and her mother, Lady Madelyn, and lastly my father, Duke Garrick. "After thorough investigation regarding the dragon attack, it was found out that the dragon attacked the capital due to some noble children stealing the dragon's hoard and the leader of those noble children was His Royal Highness Crown Prince Stefan. Those noble children testified that it was the Crown Prince who led them to the dragon's lair and stole the dragon's hoard. I have a list of those noble children who assisted His Royal Highness." Prime Minister Zeno said and read all the names of those who had helped Stefan in ro

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.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.