Thedragonprince Novels & Stories

Christopher was coming at full force towards Eric, but no matter what he did Eric wasn’t going down. For a while it seemed to be a standstill. “Why won’t you just die?” asked Christopher. Eric smirked wickedly at him. Christopher thought, " This man the second prince of the Dragon Empire, is a lot tougher than we thought. No wonder he was considered a genius, and a prodigy of this era. He fought us single handily and still didn't die."

This situation was so complex that they had to call in the Master, that is, their heavenly doctor, breaking his decade-long meditational retreat. An urgent message was sent to the ruling dragon king ,husband to the woman in labor.He was fighting at the borders. He was widely known for his bravery and courage. With his wide-spread expeditions and expertise, the dragon kingdom was able to reach its farthest trenches, unifying lands that nobody had ever dreamed of annexing. He was a true namesake—a versatile, fearsome dragon named Draco.

The footman handed me a garment bag and bowed his head before leaving the sitting room. Inside was a suit with royal decorations marking me as a Duke. My ‘knighting’ as such would take place at noon followed by a grand banquet and then tomorrow I’d become the Dragon Prince Wynter Grey of the de Haviland family. Maya would be known as Maya de Haviland Grey, Dragon Princess of the world. It was a lot to take in. I showered, shaved the two-day stubble from my jaw and got dressed in the charcoal gray suit with the sash going over one shoulder. My hair was still short and when I opened my bedroom door my family stood in the living room, waiting for me.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

" I opened my eyes and that was when I realized I was closing my eyes while talking with Raja in my mind. "Yeah. I'm fine." "You were amazing, huh. You didn't tell us you are a dragon summoner. Man, it was the first time I have seen a fire dragon. That was cool," Prince Evan said. I smiled a bit. "I'm sorry if I hid that part. I just discovered recently that I have a dragon spirit. And earlier, I wasn't expecting that my dragon would be fully awakened. I thought I would die.

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

❤️ The Enemy of My Enemy ❤️ Prince Darius wanted to ask so many more questions. His mind was spinning out of control, filled with frantic, scattered thoughts that he could barely keep up with. He wanted to ask if Draevon being the last living dragon meant that Miraeve was a dragon too. Or did she have a completely different kind of beast inside her, seeing as she was royal Khyrador blood? Did she have burning dragon fire flowing through her veins? Could she breathe flames if she really wanted to? Could she erase entire kingdoms with a single breath just like her massive brother? The questions were burning in his throat, itching to spill out.

"What's your real name?" "Tyrian Xavier Drakonove," he told me as he scooped me up off the cold ground and into his arms. "As much as I would love to sit here and answer all of your questions. You're hurt badly, and freezing, so now that I don't think you're going to try to shove a knife in my back, we're going to get you taken care of, and I promise I'll answer anything you want after that." I barely processed the fact that we were moving as my mind caught on the fact that he was the lost prince of the Beastial kingdom.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

he tipped his chin to the b lue dragon that was drinking from the spring. Minerva looked at the whole place with astonishment in her eyes before looking back to him. " Are you a Prince?" Her next question came.