The Dragon Prince Rayla Novels & Stories

Abigail stepped to my side, shoulder brushing mine, trident gone but power still humming, Inara stood on my other side, hands glowing with spell-light and calming magic Riven had taught her. Blue growled low, smoke curling from her nostrils, wings half-spread. Three females and one baby dragon against two wolf princes who could destroy countries, taking in a deep breath to control myself, I lifted my chin. “Move,” I told the twins. “Or get out of my way.” For the first time in their lives, Zaiden and Zyran, princes of the Lycan Dominion, apex predators born, stepped aside looking hurt but I was tired of their stupidity so I walked past them like the storm I was rapidly becoming.

Ayla's POV The music filled the great hall, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. I moved across the polished stone floor, my body flowing with a grace that felt both strange and familiar. Veylara, my dragon, guided my every step and turn. Small flames danced at my fingertips without burning anything. My eyes glowed with a golden light that made everything look magical. People watched with open mouths and wide eyes. They had never seen anything like this before. I could feel their amazement like a physical thing in the air. For the first time since coming to this palace, I felt truly powerful. Truly seen.

The beautiful prince had golden orbs that mimics the sun, so enchanting and mesmerizing and his birth had called together the top rank clans, making his mother give him the name, Alaric —Ruler of all—. Prince Alaric grew up to follow his name. With his long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, he was respected wherever he stepped foot and when his dragon scales appeared, they were golden that the sun reflects on them. Not only was he a handsome being, he was the strongest of all. Already stronger than his father and without the dragon king’s fire. On his two thousandth birthday as per the rule of their clan, he was crowned the Dragon king, and therefore, inherited the Dragon king’s blazing fi

He had brown skin, brown eyes, beautiful black hair, neatly trimmed beards, his cologne smells divine and his attire was finely pressed. “Forgive me beautiful.” He said, with a smile. “I was in the wrong actually, forgive me Sir.” I apologized, trying so hard to suppress my surging emotions. “Polite and Beautiful, incredible.” He commented. “May I know your name Milady? And also what noble family are you from?” He asked. “My name is Lyra and I am from no noble family. I am the personal maid to Princess Thalia Blackfang Of Zurik. She is the soon to be wife of….”

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.

Creed sends his dragon's breath into the tornado lighting him on fire until he dies. I look towards Raya quickly and spot her fighting three werewolves, by herself. I’m so close to getting to Danny but I can’t let her die, running in her direction I slide across the ground going underneath the one shifted wolf's stomach, tearing it to shreds with my dragon claws. The other two wolves are stunned leaving an opening for Raya to slit their throats. As soon as they die I’m off, back in the direction Danny is. He has a smug smile on his face, as if he knows he’s won.

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.

She glared at Caden before she turned towards us. “Well. What do we have here?” she whispered as she looked at us. “The princes. The last descendant of the first dragon.” “The bitch,” I said with a dark look in her direction and her mouth twisted. Blaine growled as his wary eyes met Tymeria’s. “What did you do to Izza? Where is she?” “Izza? Well, I don’t know who that is,” Tymeria said, but from her eyes it was very clear she knew who it was. The bitch must have done something to Izza, too.

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

Yisuf spread his arm, then stepped aside and Riyin gasped. Blurb/synopsis Most mystical creatures got to live pretty normal lives, but not all of them were that fortunate. Riyin's tale began when tragedy struck his home and he lost his parents in the hands of a mighty witch in a single moment. After managing to escape through a portal, Riyin was raised by the most powerful wizard known. Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood.