The Dragon Princess Novels & Stories

She dressed like a man whenever she went to steal and surprisingly she have succeeded in deceiving most people. She sighed loudly as she looked at what she call her home. Her little space home. If her parents were to be alive, they wouldn't believe that she would live in such a place. She, Aurora, was once a Dragon Princess. And yes she know, Dragons are strong creatures and do not die that easily.....so they all thought. WOLF KINGDOM: Wolf Palace:

Victoria widened her big blue eyes , stupidly absorbed every word King Dragon telling her. King Dragon smirked looking, he rose the glass. He shrugged. “I am not having much time to tame her…she’s so greeny in performing some shafts. Though she’s a princess.” He laughed. “Are you sure you will win from other kings to get her engage with you? Becoming one of your pleasure women, the mistresses? She’s going to be crowned someday. Only if you don’t take over this kingdom, Your Majesty…” King Dragon again smirked hearing the question from his eldest toughest mistress. He pulled in her body closer, to take a seat on his lap. He put his grip on her waist.

Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin. Serastra, Dragon Princess of Ashkar — Heat shimmers around Kaelith when her temper flares, ember-glow pulsing beneath bronze-gold skin. The daughter of a lesser fire-dragon lord, she came to Qombinia determined that “lesser” would never describe her future. She respects Drakonios’s power but yearns to match it, imagining a reign of two dragons soaring side by side—never one enthroned above the other.

It seems like I am not so good at knowing what she wants or needs. This is very un-princely, standing outside a door, waiting for my heart to be trampled again underneath her dainty foot. She is small, even for a human woman with no talons, claws, or fangs, and yet here I am standing outside her door, holding a small wooden box, trembling as if she were the greatest drakaina to ever touch the sky. She is made of weak flesh, too much hair, and a quick temper with a penchant for loud, violent outbursts. I am a royal dragon, the crown prince of Luxandra, born to rule over millions. I am an elemental earth dragon with the ability to carve and shape stone with my thoughts. She should be the one t

I asked with a frown. “It’s tradition to wait until the future king or queen is ready before revealing the truth.” “If that’s the case, then why do the laws of the land say that a royal can marry a commoner?” “Dragon-borns are feared all over the world. To keep the masses from worrying, we make them believe that our powers have gone extinct with the dragons...” “Wait, so you’re saying that we really have supernatural powers? I thought that it was just a myth.” I had forgotten all animosity I had towards her. Instead, I was more curious than ever.

she breathed with a soft smile on her face. “Speak?” Dalton and Stan’s voice reached her ears. “How is that possible?” Stan asked and looked at the retreating dragon. * Princess Ciara pondered in her room as she paced like a mad person. She saw it. The dragons came for Minerva, but how was that possible? It was the same as the first time a red-haired person appeared in RedShire. The door to her room banged against the wall as Riona stepped inside with a questioning expression on her face. “Did you see that?” She asked Ciara, who was still pacing. Her perfect demeanor had slipped off her face as she stared wide-eyed at Ciara.

* "...... The princess stabbed the dragon through the heart in her sleep and removed its scales. The princess returned to the kingdom with the reverse scale, and not only was she an honored princess, she was also considered a dragon slayer. But that was not enough, she wanted to be king, so she killed her brother who stood in her way, and her father who opposed her, and in the end she wore the crown as she wished, and since she was shared in the dragon's blood, she became the master who ruled the kingdom in perpetuity." Evelyn holds the book and reads the ending of the story slowly and methodically. She hadn't fully recovered from her injuries, so her voice sounded a little hoarse. Hilda sat

Coming to a stop just a few inches away from her, Andronikos' eyes bored into hers. "Nysera..." Draekon said beside her. "Meet my Flame Bound, Andronikos." He introduced, then looked at the dragon. "Andronikos, this is Nysera. One of the princesses of the DragonBorns." Immediately, Andronikos reared his head as though he was paying respect. A soft chuckle of amusement escaped Nysera. She, herself, was born with her own dragon, and she knew for a fact that he was giving the permission to caress him.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

he tilted his head, "so as I was saying, one day, a princess came into the dragon's lair; she'd lost her way, and she wanted to leave, but the dragon was furious that she'd disturbed his peace, so he imprisoned her." Her mouth dropped open, gazing at him wide-eyed. "He threatened to eat her, and she cried and cried and cried and....." "Zaynnnne" "Alright, alright," he chuckled, "the princess, hopeless and scared, begged the dragon to let her go, but the dragon refused; but after some time, the dragon gave her a condition." He mimicked, "Before I let you go, you'll have to brighten up my whole lair." "That's easy."