The Dragon Prince Runaan Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Mr. Cunningham Senior, there is trouble. The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince is about to return to Chetvine." The calm on Otto Cunningham's face slowly disappeared until it was replaced by cold indifference. "Why am I only hearing of this now? Has our intelligence network all died off?" His tone was not heavy, but Mateo's skin prickled, and his heart skipped. Otto was the head of the Cunningham family aristocratic house, a true martial emperor. He was the kind of person who could destroy anything with a mere wave of his hand. Mateo said carefully, "Mr. Cunningham Senior, the Dragon Prince has gone to Terror Town. It seems he intends to linger there before coming to Chetvine, so we still have t

They were CEOs like me, ruling over their subjects like I do to them. Sitting at my right was the CEO of our oil and refinery business, Rohan Shadows. His headquarters was in Dubai. Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally.

The man in the middle spoke, he had long white hair and dark blue eyes, he looked to be in his mid-60s. “Declan of House Storm, supreme commander of the royal army, Kayden the royal earth mage, Aren of House Silver Mountain and her royal highness, princess Layana of Ehlesaar and the new master of the dragon Drakayaan,” Declan said making all eyes turn to Layana in shock, as Kayden grumbled that he too had a house name. something Declan simply ignored. “New master… impossible… yet here you are…” the man said quietly a curiosity in his eyes as Layana simply bowed her head politely

Oh Prince I am really over joy. Thank you so much. Prince, I renew my pledge to say my heart is completely yours. I love you. I am now emperor power level 4 this is amazing. Prince where did you go that resulted in you continuing fighting for two hours continues. I pulled the dragon eye from my pocket and shown it to them. And I said I went for this. And I stole their book so they had to fight me till I reached the beach. The eagle was the final one. I decided to share whatever I got with you.

Leila wondered if she might be at the edge of King’s Harbor; the view was quite different than where she’d escaped from. Then, she heard footsteps. Leila stopped admiring the view and quickly returned to where she sat before. A boy came in, around eight or nine years old. His eyes were pale grey, and his skin didn’t glisten, just like a dark knight’s. She recognized the boy as a grey dragon. How could a grey dragon work for the prince? Leila wondered curiously. Her aunt had told her they were never allowed to go near to the palace or do any work related to royal affairs, not to mention work directly under an actual royal.

“Ally?” “The dragon.” I trailed off. “You saw the dragon?” King Damian stated, his tone calmer, but I was still in my memories, too gone to answer. He didn’t come and we had to go home. Home. Yes… I had been on my way home. On my way home…Someone was following me. No something. I ran. I was running. I must have been slow if I was caught though. But I kicked him in the balls, Not him. There were many. They were not human either. They had claws-

Despite the fact they had a dragon on their side, it would be a treacherous place to land and explore in search of some plant, even if it had the potential to save lives. Prince Vaugn finished dressing his wound. Then he stood up and walked over to the dragon’s snout, petting it. The dragon snorted. Roger had said earlier that the dragon’s name was apple or something and Prince Vaugn thought that was such an unusual name for a dragon. “You’re not going to tell her, are you, Apple?” Prince Vaugn asked. The dragon rolled it’s eyes and he took it as an affirmative answer. He turned back to the house. Roger was watching him closely from the door with eyes full of questions.

There was an eerie silence after his statement when one boy in the middle had gotten the courage to speak. "My prince, I have a feeling that the treasure's power is not just about telekinetic!" But because he was just a mere boy and the youngest in the clan, nobody had ever believed in him. They didn't even bother asking about his power. They thought he was useless and just a troublemaker. But his power was one of the most important in the vampires' clutch. He has a strong sense of feelings in a way that he could tell who lies and who hides secrets. His name was Drake and he had the same age as Princess Ariya. He was also ten years old.

“YOUR IMPERIAL HIGHNESS, THERE IS A DRAGON!” Crown Prince Reagan looked up to see a large dragon attacking indiscriminately. He was almost certain he didn’t see or sense the dragon until a moment ago. He came to the conclusion that the one working with the werephoenix was an incredibly powerful magician so he prepared for it appropriately. He went ahead to deal with the dragon first so they would have no escape even when they came out of the ancestral ground. “Are you absolutely sure I have to be completely naked for this ritual?” “You ask too many questions trying to seem witty. Maybe if you didn’t talk so much, you would’ve gotten somewhere with my master.”

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate