The Dragon Prince Runaan Novels & Stories

“None of us will be able to escape him, Prince Vincent. Not even you or your king.” “It seems I know the “him” you're talking about, young man–” “No, you don't,” he interrupted Vincent. “He wants his prize back. He'll get her, and you won't be able to do anything. Just wait and see.” The young man sneered. Just then, Stan hurried towards Vincent and came to a sudden halt when he saw a water dragon shifter on the ground. Vincent turned to look at his right-hand man with a tight frown. “What are you doing here?” His voice thundered against Stan’s ear, and the latter immediately bowed his head in respect. Stan was supposed to be at the border and not lurking in the middle of the forest.

The king’s arrival—unexpected in method though not in timing—was foreseen in the runes of state. At ten paces above the platform, a flash erupted—gold and white, so bright it painted everything in silhouettes. When the light dissolved, the dragon was gone. In its place stood Drakonios himself, tall as a mountain’s thought, black cloak snapping around boots that struck the stone with quiet finality. Shoulders squared, jaw set, eyes molten gold, he viewed his court with the detachment of an immortal surveying fragile hours.

Abigail replied, that was the first story every witch was ever told. I grinned, "What you do not know my dear Abigail is the other half of the story. Who the stranger was and how he did come by this magic." Abigail pricked up her ears looking at her aunt in confusion, "what do you mean to say? Who was the man?" " A dragon prince. More than nine hundred thousand years ago. The dragon race ruled the sky. Dragons are magical creatures just a scale from thier bodies could create great magic.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

One dark haired with hair as black as night and the other fair headed with his golden mane glistening in the sun. "Aren't the times too turbulent for such an archaic tradition?" The Crown Prince Caspian mumbled and Rowan shrugged. "Perhaps. You're right." "But the joy and the excitement the Queenstrial brings to the people serves as a great distraction to many. It gives the people something to talk about." Caspian scoffed. "At the expense of my happiness?" Rowan shrugged. "Unfortunately, it's your duty as the Crown Prince. And honestly, it's not always that bad."

“The war was much of a concern for both princes at that time, to be disturbed by any jealous behavior or who would be a successor to the throne. After the Lukedonia was destroyed by an eight-headed dragon which was defeated by Dragon prince Oregon, he created Roland with a mindset of unifying the five kingdoms that have been plaques by war. He created Lukedonia with the heart of magic as a source of life, transformation, and protection of his people. His elder brother Agros enthroned as king known as Drakon and the rule for a long time in Lukedonia and then passed the kingship to the next ruler and so on. Drakon became very arrogant and wanted to start a war with beast and humans entered the

Therefore, under Emperor Iqbar's rule, only one dragon remained. The green and black scaled dragon landed heavily on its hind legs, roaring fiercely as it did. The rider jumped from the dragon's back, landing deftly on solid ground as the arena attendants guided the large dragon into its cave. "My Prince!" a boy of no less than seventeen called out to the prince. Daegal turned, running a hand over his thick, windswept dark brown hair, as his page boy and close friend despite their age gap, ran to him, wielding a burning torch in hand.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

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

Augur said. “It would certainly help in this instance” Markus said, everyone near nodding in agreement, except Deacon, Minet and Justin, who looked at each other for a second. “If I may, would this solution not work on the young prince? He is fused with a dragon, making him highly resistant to such solutions” Deacon said, walking forwards again. “For once you are correct” Markus said, scratching his chin, Augur also stopped abruptly, they obviously had not factored this into their scheme.