The Princess And The Dragon Book Novels & Stories

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

Whom ever this was knew of Rosalie but also knew she would have a dragon mate. When they managed to get the book open everyone learned a very big secret. One that had been kept out of history though it was huge. Asrar was blown away when he found out. The human that stole the gem was none other then the mate to the king of dragons at the time. She ran with the gem to try and keep her family safe. The gem did not fall into human hands like they had told all the dragons, the humans over powered them because of there brains. They managed to make contraptions and weapons that where stronger then dragons.

Born within the spotlight as the only daughter of the world’s famous musician and actor, her life full of awards and becoming the world’s renowned novelist was the life the people expected her about. But behind her fame and perfect life to die for, is a missing piece that she keeps on searching for ever since the accident that happened to her fifteen years ago, and the mystery novel she entitled ‘BLOOD RESONANCE’. In that novel and the series of unexpected curses and blood sacrifices lead her in claiming the hurtful past and the memory she forgot fifteen years ago. Now coming back inside the cursed book, to the series of changes, unfortunate love's past, and reincarnation she soon bumps into

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

The watch ticked steadily, and this time, its sound felt like a soft applause for his freedom. Dante began to type again. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon who kidnapped a prince so the prince would forget how to fly. But the dragon forgot that the prince’s wings were not grown in a tower—they were born in the stories his father whispered to him before sleep…”

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.

"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

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Empire shifted tectonically under Kenji's chessboard; my pieces no longer pawns. Evening found him in lounge depths, scotch amber glowing city-veined glass, obsidian gaze lifting as stilettos clicked approach. No words—just stare loaded double-meanings, dragon pulse leaping throat under my dissection. Vengeance sealed blood ties, stalking forged new chains. Tension simmered, no boil, slow burn, atmospheric lethal—his to ruin, mine to claim.

I would have preferred something simpler. *** Time passes quickly, and I now find myself being forced into a chair. Several maids are trying to do my hair and makeup, grabbing and pulling me every which direction. Irritation bubbles up inside of me. "Princess, you are so beautiful! I have never seen someone with such perfect hair or skin. Dragons truly are as the rumors say." A maid with dirty blond hair compliments.