The Dragon Prince Runaan Novels & Stories

I grunted. "It is strange you didn't tell me you are not a trouble! I can clearly see where your priorities lie," the dragon chuckled, his voice low and dangerously addictive. I didn't need these kind of temptations right now, or distractions, when I was trying to steal the prince's damn crown before his coronation.

His body trembling as the sound reached his ears turning to his general, Tar, and the Hydra men before him, his dark eyes shifting to his royal purple as his dragon cowered, a tremble to his voice. He had to give reverence to his Alpha "The KING has arrived." --------- THE END OF AZIAN (PRINCE OF DRAGONS) BOOK 2.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

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

Zolaiah had spat in disgust. “Hmm,” Oleus muttered. “Ogre scum is speaking again. What do they call your people again? Uncultured meat sticks?” Zolaiah was close to throwing a table then, and he would've if Rune hadn't stopped him. But honestly, that wasn't any of my concern. They were all children in royal finery, all of them. Even Rune had nearly lost her temper. The Princess Regent usually played her cards close to her chest, but I’d seen the twitch in her fingers when Daryus—the dragon shifter—dared suggest weakening the central borders for “more flow.”

“I have a secret that I must tell you. Rosalie doesn’t know either but I know some how today she will.” “You’re a dragon aren’t you?” Chris gently spoke. He had a feeling he was. Ever since he was little his father taught him the ups and downs of dragon hunting. Chris and him would go on hunts but neither one would ever harm them. They actually did the complete opposite. They would protect them. Chris’s father was a dragon lover. He would always say how mysterious they where and he wanted to get to know them. “Everything about you says you are.” “I am.” Asrar spoke a little concerned. “I’m actually a prince whom has been kicked out of my kingdom due to an illness when I was younger.”

" I opened my eyes and that was when I realized I was closing my eyes while talking with Raja in my mind. "Yeah. I'm fine." "You were amazing, huh. You didn't tell us you are a dragon summoner. Man, it was the first time I have seen a fire dragon. That was cool," Prince Evan said. I smiled a bit. "I'm sorry if I hid that part. I just discovered recently that I have a dragon spirit. And earlier, I wasn't expecting that my dragon would be fully awakened. I thought I would die.

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.”

“What can I do to impress you?” Prince Ron snickered mischievously. “I don't know. I would really like to see you fight a fire breathing dragon you know or some other powerful creature. Like a Storm Dragon.” Everyones brows shot up. A Storm Dragon!!! How did the human Prince come to know about the Storm Dragon?!!! Cordin, who was together with Porsha and Leo began to sweat. He hadn't expected the human Prince to bring it up. He had only told him the epic story of the Elf King and the Storm Dragon because he was bored. He didn't think the human Prince would talk about it.

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."