The Dragon Prince Wikia Novels & Stories

I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

It was hard for Lycans and werewolves to stand the heat, but Harper was determined to stay as long as she could to support the King and finally see the boy freed. “It’s melting!” One of the dragon elders announced. Everyone was laser focused on the stone. Sure, enough the stone was melting. Purple started to fade to a beautiful blue. The beautiful colors continued to get bigger and brighter. Only moments after the stone had completely melted, the bright blue light started taking the shape of a child. The child looked to be nearly 40” tall. They all watched in wonder as his features started to appear, and before Harper knew it, she was staring at two big bright blue eyes. Gasps could be heard

Hedard walked and climbed down the stairs towards the cave. “I am Prince Glam of the Ashenvale kingdom. Welcome, maester.” The prince said. “It is an honor, my prince.” “It seems like taking these stairs could be difficult.” He looked at the staircase. The Prince walked outside the big door and looked up. He closed his eyes for a bit. I think he is calling something. Maester Kael thought. A loud screech was heard above and the faerie dragon appeared and flew towards the prince. “Come,” Prince Gram said as a big wind came when the dragon landed. He walked towards the dragon. “Hello, Mareen.” The head of the dragon lowered towards the Prince and he placed his hand to pat the dragon’s head.

“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.

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'

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.

His son was safe now and powerful too. " No, Your Majesty. That's not it. " one of the officials stepped out and ordered the guard to leave. " The thing is... the sixth prince is now a full fledged dragon and a true blood at that." The minister stated and the others nodded with a bright smile on their face. It was like their memories were awoken and they all looked at the sixth prince with both respect and pride on their faces. The king wasn't so shocked as he had also expected something like that to happen one day. It was just that it was sooner than he thought.

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.

“This giant dragon is the only thing anyone is talking about. There have been refugees filtering in all morning from the west, each with a terrifying account of barely escaping his blaze of fury when their town was destroyed. There are so many first-hand accounts that there would be no way to silence them all. Quite a few people are coming from the front insisting this monster drake is Prince Primus himself, risen from the ashes, back from the land of the dead to reclaim his place as king." The room grows very silent as I stand there, staring at this drake and considering my options. When he realizes that one of those options might be killing everyone within the castle walls to keep the sec

the king of Dreadmoor yelled into the storm worried for his daughter. “Don’t worry dad, no one can hurt my sister with me here” Prince Oscar yelled as he slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.