Thedragonprince Novels & Stories

Rex stood on a balcony overlooking the imperial city as dawn broke over the distant walls. The golden bracelet pulsed gently against his wrist, a reminder of Fafnir's presence within. After yesterday's battle, the dragon had retreated into a restful silence, conserving energy and processing all they had experienced.

He said in a commanding voice. "You want me to be a princess and set me up for a price. But dad, you don't get it." She paused. "I belong to the other side of the tale, I love Dragon!" She shouted at her father and turned around to walk away. Dozens of eyes gazed at them. Some murmured and chuckled at their talk. But a pair of eyes were fixed at Jade. With wide eyes, his gaze followed her as she walked past. Looking back through his shoulder, he gazed at her until she turned left to the other side of the road and disappeared from his sight.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.

“Hey... what about the rumors? The ones about your primal rage? They say you tore your last bride to pieces.” Cael’s lips twitched into a dangerous, dark smirk. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against my ear as his strong hands locked around my waist. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, my Queen?” Epilogue A few months later, the royal mages confirmed the news—I was pregnant with the true heir to the Dragon Kingdom.

His father has started to lose him mind, but he still has moments of lucidity which is why Kenneth hasn’t forcibly taken the kingdom from him … yet. “You know how my father is. He doesn’t always make sense. Remember when he proclaimed you as the dragon thief last year?” I force a smile. I’d been terrified with King Solomon had announced that I was the dragon thief. It was right after I’d returned the bronze dragon egg to the dragons. The bronze I now know is named Yttyc. The bronze who survived. King Solomon had stood and pointed at me. “Her! She is the thief!” I’d stood in shock, unable to move or speak. It was Kenneth who broke the terrifying silence from everyone in the room.

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 can leave. I will leave the palace if—" "Do you think he will simply let you go?" the princess growled disdainfully. They both knew Alaric wouldn’t. Dragons were possessive; if something took their fancy, they would do whatever it took to have it, keep it, own it. It was what made them so dangerous. And Sabrina should have known better than to get involved with one. "He wouldn’t. Even if you left the city, I bet he’d turn the entire empire upside down to find his pet. So, unfortunately, I’ll have to give him a reason not to fancy you anymore." "Please, I... I can’t—"

Achilles waited patiently for her reply. As he waited for her to gather her thoughts, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty stood before him. He could tell that Seraphina’s dragon hadn't reached its full size yet but still, she stood tall at about 12ft tall, she was covered in pearlescent scales that looked smooth as glass and shone in hues of pink, purple and blue as the candle light flickered off of her body. A strange ethereal glow radiated from her body, Achilles couldn’t help but stare at his fated Princess in bewilderment, she was an angel, no, a goddess. As he looked up to her dragon’s face, he was shocked and joyous that he was looking into the same purple and blue eyes that he h

They found themselves reflexively backing off, afraid of the shockwaves that came their way. “Ahi Fist!” yelled the prince. Being of royal descent, the power the prince held was far different than any Zephyr had faced. Ahi Fist was a technique that only the most respected Princes could learn. A surge of draconic roars ensued, followed by the appearance of a golden dragon. Its scales glimmered and flashed, it was a sight to behold!