The Last Dragon Princess Novels & Stories

But the girl was adamant. “It’s true, sir,” she said, still struggling against my grip. “Queen Mila is the last dragon. Our lady. Our fearsome queen.” “A queen of what?” I scoffed. “I saw no other dragons in there, just different animals. Cats, birds, lizards…”

As she calmed down, she let go of the embarrassment and asked him. “Who you really are?” She asked, not surprised but she knows, facing the werewolves, the creatures and of course the story of the fairy goddess, Barrett knows that mythical things do exist. She only needs to confirm and know the fact so that she can accept it. “I am the last dragon king.” On her younger self, the story of the dragon falling in love with a human is a fairy tale her mother once told her. She doesn’t ask further and nods. “You are not surprised?” He asked her, amused at how she easily believes him.

kill her. She opened her eyes and saw the creature looking back at her. He didn't look angry anymore. Then, the Princess looked down. The dragon's cock was fully erect. She felt an instant fire building inside of her. Somehow she knew that this thick and long appendage was designed for her; it was a primal instinct that had been dormant all of her life. This was her true destiny! Before Anais's astonished eyes, the Princess crawled closer to the dragon and delicately grabbed his cock, like the most cherishable gift she had ever received. She looked at it for a moment and then licked it with a little hesitation; not because she didn't want to do it but because she wanted to do it right. The

"To whom will she protect me from? Who is her enemy?" "Her enemy is her desire for peace. Your mother, the princess of Aquatia—home of the sea serpents, ended the monstrosity of dragons by stealing the heart of magic from your father. She takes it to the mortal world to protect the humans." The fairy lets Amira visualize the things that happened in the past. "From that day onward, war broke out between and among all classes of dragons. The sea serpents become extinct in the process. The only survivor, your mother, has ended her life to protect her cause...and you must continue it, Amira."

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.

Still Skylar walks the narrow ledge, Her oath writ deep on mountain’s edge: To steal, to save, to pay the price, To shield the hatchling’s sacrifice. Ryuki ‘Are we going to discuss the large dragon in the room?’ Bynjym asks. ‘Which dragon might that be?’ I ask, feigning ignorance. ‘The giant queen dragon, Ryuki. Are you going to admit that you are falling for the princess?’ ‘I’m not falling for anyone. I appreciate what she’s done the dragons.’

He sent word to his clan, declaring me his concubine. The serpent clan, never high nor low in status, had never known such honor. I had no choice. My fate was sealed in moments. Though dragons ruled the realms, they hid a dark secret: birthing a dragon heir required the mother's life force. Dragon blood was fierce. Most females couldn't endure it. Many died mid-pregnancy, both mother and child lost. By some stroke of luck, I had survived and birthed the only dragon heir. Horace had been ecstatic, naming me his princess consort.

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.

Queen Vashti hugged the princess and assured her that the prince would return to her safely. Within two hours, they could hear sounds of the battle, even through the heavy concrete walls. Alicia watched through a break in the wall and her heart ached as she watched Prince Corithias taking on the Red Dragon, the Rogue King Cyrus himself. They fought in midair biting, slashing, and thrashing about. Alicia became angry and burst into flames as she saw her dragon being thrown down upon the ground, bleeding. She saw the red dragon soaring down for another attack when she suddenly transformed into her phoenix and broke through the wall.

“I don’t trust you.” “You must, because if this princess is truly what I believe she is, her death means the end of her line… the end of the specific power. The dragon ancestor who passed these gifts down to their mortal line… well, those types of dragons don’t exist anymore. Princess Maxiana is the last of her kind.” I search the queen's eyes. “What type of dragon?” “A Golden Dragon. They were gone long before you were born, King of Thunder and Night.” She squeezes my hand then whispers, “Protect her. I will not take her from you. You have my word.”