Thedragonprince Novels & Stories

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.

He gritted his teeth as the ground shook again, knowing fully well one dragon had fallen. "The troops are looking good," his third in command, Hydra Reye commented standing beside him. Hydra Reye had three other brothers, all identical to him. After all, they were quadruplets. All four of them had one dragon called Hydra, a four-headed beast who breathed out a deadly mixture of fire and poisonous venom and was the third-largest dragon in the kingdom. Because they had one dragon, Pete, Gavin, Rey, and Louis could not shift or transform into their beast unless all of them were present which was one of their biggest disadvantages in the instance that one of them was to be captured by the enemy.

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

They laughed and walked away to go talk. Saphira walked to a table with drinks on it, took one, then turned to walk away when a scent hit her so hard, she stiffened and tried to find the source. She looked around but couldn't find anyone. She finally chalked it up to her imagination and turned to walk away but ran straight into a wall. When she looked up, she realized it wasn't a wall, but the most incredible man she had ever seen. He reached to touch her face, and she leaned into his touch. The sparks were enough to make her forget her manners completely until she heard the deepest voice she had ever heard, "My beautiful mate. Might I know your name and where you are from?" Saphira looked i

I put my hand on his back and ran my fingers over his golden scales as I spoke. "His name is Adlar. He is a Vampire Prince, brother to Vladimir" I told him and he smiled. "What a beautiful name. Adlar. I can not wait to meet the mate you have chosen for me mother" He said as he laid himself down and went to sleep. Sometime after the funeral I visited Dracon again and basked in his presence for as long as I could. Our time was shortened when I felt the need to lead someone to their eternal rest. When I returned to the In-Between I was shocked to see someone I knew waiting there for me.

It took a while before the two finally stop. “So why was he called the dragon prince, again?” Cicero finally asks again, wanting to know. Shuleng took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling chills down his spine upon remembering the large black knight that fearlessly took down several Aselaysian soldiers during the siege. “It's because the empire’s prince is no man. He’s a monster, a creature of chaos, a dragon pretending to be one of us,” he states.

That's prince Biha, The second prince of the northern dragon empire. If you must know, prince Biha is the most powerful teenager in the northern empire and also the second in all the dragon empires. He is also the fastest rising dragon that has ever approached the sage rank within a year. He's a genius! And this little haggard dragon girl just said that their prince got lost? If their prince got lost then how can they know their way? “ I told you I wasn't lost, that I was waiting for my companions, how did you get the idea that I was lost?” He answered her ridiculous statement.

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

He didn't think the human Prince would talk about it. Prince Ron then moved closer to his beloved, looking excited. “You know, I read about a particular grumpy storm dragon that lives just beyond the mountains behind this Kingdom. I also heard from someone that you and that particular grumpy storm dragon are not quite on good terms. I mean, wouldn't you like to beat him up sometime?” He would love to see his beloved in action again. Just as he did the first time they met. His beloved looked so cold and handsome when he fights. Terrifying too but in a heart melting way.