The Dragon Prince Runaan Novels & Stories

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Frejya’s POV “Don’t be mindful of him girl, Drogo and Rex are like two peas in a pond. You would think he is married to his dragon. My name is Adam” He stretched his hands to me. “Cousin to the prince. I am sure you already know his name. And you are?” The dragon prince's cousin said behind my ear as we watched Rex walk away from the rest of us. The way he walked oozed royalty, like the ground he walked was grateful.

Mostly because it's easy to find the dragons and their riders in one place. As the Prince was a Royal, he's eluded from such a trivial process. His dragon was free, without any rider. The reason behind this was the people of his kingdom who expected him to take charge. After his father, the King passed away, Javier was their only hope. Steve cleared his throat. "Your Highness, this is Miss Celina," He started. "Our first dragonless dragon rider in over two centuries. This is her fourth attempt." The other riders started, murmuring, hushed whispers aimed in her direction. His lips twisted at their behaviour.

Her aba Mandel speaks from behind, "You're not ready yet for a fight. We'll find another way, okay?" "There's no other way, aba!" she answers. Adamant, she proceeds to the center and vigorously declares, "I, princess Amira, the youngest of the royal draconian, challenge princess Alianah for a fight to determine the strongest fit for prince Hasham's heart." Princess Alianah, a tall, fine and exquisite draconian of minimal golden scales, stands from her seat and declares with so much pride, "I, princess Alianah the third born of the royal draconian, accept the challenge of princess Amira for a duel to determine the strongest and most deserving for prince Hasham." She doesn't keep her mocking g

They laughed and walked away to go talk. Saphira walked to a table with drinks on it, took one, then turned to walk away when a scent hit her so hard, she stiffened and tried to find the source. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. She finally chalked it up to her imagination and turned to walk away but ran straight into a wall. When she looked up, she realized it wasn't a wall, but the most incredible man she had ever seen. He reached to touch her face, and she leaned into his touch. The sparks were enough to make her forget her manners completely until she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard, "My beautiful mate. Might I know your name and where you are from?" Saphira looked i

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

The moment his calloused skin brushed mine, a powerful, ancient wave of magic surged through the air, making the hairs on my arms stand up. "Anne," his voice dropped to a rough, breathless timber. "There are things I haven’t told you. Things about who I am, and what I’m running from. I’m a prince of a court I can never return to. I’ve done terrible things, Anne... bloody things. I was a desperate, broken man when you fell out of the sky into my lap. I was so drowned in drink, so terrified of Draco hunting me down for what I did to his sister, that my first wretched instinct was to kidnap you and sell you off just to buy my safety."

“The future King is supposed to follow in the footsteps of the previous King. Cyran doesn’t even have it in him to harm a fly at this point. Why can’t I just be King dad? I will do everything you are training me to do.” “We already discussed this, do not argue with me. You know that Cyran was the firstborn, which means his Dragon will naturally become the next King. The only way for you to become King is after I die, make sure that the Dragon Stone Keeper dies and take the Stone. Then you will become the rightful King.” The lies coming from my father were so obvious, that even without my ability to detect a lie, I knew he was lying to Arion. I remember him teaching me that once the Dragon St

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

The tears fell as soon as the baby was in his arms, tucked against his chest. “My first grandchild!… He's beautiful and perfect!” Noah sniffled. Eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the Prince's forehead. Tears dropped onto the baby's face as Noah held his lips there for a moment. “He smells like an Alpha. Is he a wolf?” Noah asked, unable to tell the difference since they smell alike. “No. He's an Alpha Dragon just like Atticus. His father is the Dragon King, that makes him a prince.” “A baby sky pony! I can't wait to see your dragon, little prince!” Noah couldn't stop smiling. His finger trailed along the side of the little prince's face before running it along his cute little nose.