The Dragon Princess Novels & Stories

And as its head emerged from the chasm Every dragon present dropped to their knees. The First King bowed so low that its forehead touched the earth. Rhazion did the same. The dead Dragon Kings bowed. The living dragons bowed. Thousands upon thousands of dragons. All at once. Verath remained standing only because he was too stunned to move. Elara stared. The being that emerged was a dragon. But no dragon she had ever imagined. Its scales were black not the black of night, but of the endless space between stars.

Epilogue A few months later, the royal mages confirmed the news—I was pregnant with the true heir to the Dragon Kingdom. Shortly after, the old Dragon King passed away peacefully in his sleep, officially passing the crown and the vast territories to Cael. Per the old king's final wishes, Cael divided a strict, modest stipend among his brothers—just enough to keep them fed, but entirely stripped of political power. Rose never showed up to the funeral. Our house staff told me that after Aaron completely abandoned her, she lost her mind. She ended up escaping her containment ward and wandered out into the dangerous Dark Lands, vanishing entirely. A tragic, fitting end for a parasite.

One tug, and I’ll unravel. We arrive at the palace midafternoon. The event staff gives me a separate entrance and instructions to set up in the grand hall’s east wing. I catch glimpses of the crowd assembling—elegant dresses, jeweled armor, gilded nameplates. Everywhere I turn, whispers about the Dragon Princess float like ash. “They say she sings to fire…” “…matched for him politically, you know. Perfect on paper.” “She’s so striking—and powerful, too. Just what Silverfang needs beside a king like him.”

I let the threat hang in the air. "I’m sorry, sir. I’ll call the governor right away," Alex said hurriedly. "You should," I replied, ending the call. I got ready for my dinner with Sophia, instructing the maids to deliver an emerald dress I’d picked for her. I knew it was her favorite color, and I couldn’t wait to see her in it. As I waited in the living room, Sophia’s voice drew my attention. "Thank you so much, William. This dress is beautiful," she said, and I looked up.

Suddenly I heard a thunderous, angry screech and a simultaneous shriek of deadly pain. Everything happened so fast and I was still feeling dazed by the turn of events. To my shock stood the flaming, beheaded body of Czar and a huge, beautiful female dragon spread her wings in magnificent glory in the background. The dragon seemed to have gone out of control as she singlehandedly decimated the entire rogue population fighting against us. She was a beautiful light blue dragon with scales of colours ranging from hues of blue to purple. She looked like a Goddess and by the looks of it, I could tell that she was a Sea Dragon.

Suddenly I heard a thunderous, angry screech and a simultaneous shriek of deadly pain. Everything happened so fast and I was still feeling dazed by the turn of events. To my shock stood the flaming, beheaded body of Czar and a huge, beautiful female dragon spread her wings in magnificent glory in the background. The dragon seemed to have gone out of control as she singlehandedly decimated the entire rogue population fighting against us. She was a beautiful light blue dragon with scales of colours ranging from hues of blue to purple. She looked like a Goddess and by the looks of it, I could tell that she was a Sea Dragon.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

Sleep overtakes me quickly as I've been up for over 24 hours. No sooner than my eyes are closed, I’m in the middle of a huge expanse that has various themes around it. One was a meadow with beautiful flowers, another a forest with beautiful lights and bright colors. A third had cliffs and caves with a gorgeous waterfall. The last one was a library with books that I couldn’t see the top of. This was amazing. I slowly walk around taking in the breathtaking view. I hear large wings flapping over my head and look up. A brilliant light blue dragon is flying. She looks amazing. Her wings are tipped in silver that sparkle in the light. I gasp and smile. She’s unbelievable. The ground shook a bit as

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Nessa said pointing to a painting of a Chinese water dragon she had hanging on the cave wall. “Black scales? I know of only one dragon with black scales. That is Fafnir, he became the king of all dragons after his father sacrificed himself to create our world. Unless I am mistaken, which I must admit, is almost never” Al’ik said stroking her chin. “Now that I have something to go on for wound though I read the healing texts and there is only one way to heal such a wound, treating it requires you to be awake, and it will be painful. I will have to stich all broken muscle fibers and tendons back together manually using magic weave.”