Thedragonprince Novels & Stories

Despite the fact they had a dragon on their side, it would be a treacherous place to land and explore in search of some plant, even if it had the potential to save lives. Prince Vaugn finished dressing his wound. Then he stood up and walked over to the dragon’s snout, petting it. The dragon snorted. Roger had said earlier that the dragon’s name was apple or something and Prince Vaugn thought that was such an unusual name for a dragon. “You’re not going to tell her, are you, Apple?” Prince Vaugn asked. The dragon rolled it’s eyes and he took it as an affirmative answer. He turned back to the house. Roger was watching him closely from the door with eyes full of questions.

Gold bled into the darkness, slow and certain, the way fire catches. I knew that look. I had seen it in mirrors, once, a long time ago. *What is your name?* I sent the thought outward carefully, the way you extend a hand to something injured. The dragon's jaw opened slowly. Fire gathered in its throat not a threat, not yet, but close. I tried again. *My name is Ryo. Prince Ryo Yan Shen. Son of Kairo the dragon king.* The jaw stopped moving. The fire dimmed slightly.

"Mommy, they're hurting Daddy!" She was too young to understand the fight. All she knew was that three men kept attacking her father, and he wasn't fighting back. Frowning, I braced a hand against my lower back and walked down from the dais. I worried that fighting after such a long flight would unsettle Derek's dragon breath. He glanced my way. Then he shifted into dragon form. A huge silver-white frost dragon rose into the air with a deep, rumbling roar. His icy breath nearly froze the entire training ground.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

she teased, grinning at them. “My Prince,” Alicia said, bowing before them. “Alicia, please,” Corithias said, causing her to rise before him. “We are friends. Although you are more used to my dragon form, I am still the same friend you came to know. I am your dragon. When we are alone, let’s just be ourselves, okay?” He asked, kissing her hand. Alicia was mesmerized by his dazzling sapphire blue eyes. She could barely believe this human was her dragon, but obviously he was, and he was a prince. He wore the clothing and crown of a prince standing before her now, and she smiled at how handsome he looked.

he begins, "there was a prince." "Was he handsome?" Alexander asks immediately. "He was... okay. Not particularly handsome. Not particularly brave. Just a regular prince who happened to live in a castle." "Boring," Alexander declares. "Let him finish," Ethan says. Kyle continues. "One day, when the prince was very small—maybe about eight years old—something terrible happened. A dragon came to the kingdom." Madison's hand finds mine. Squeezes. "This dragon was different from the dragons in most stories," Kyle says. "It didn't breathe fire. It didn't guard treasure. It just... took things. Took people. And one day, it took the prince."

Everything about him screamed violence, gloom and destruction even though his walk had a slight limp and he was striding with the help of a hiking stick made of Red Gold widely known as Dragon Gold. The man was none other than the King of Dragons, Aidan Draco. Taking a seat opposite the Demon King Aidan Draco looked the demon in the eye thrumming his fingers on the table. "A King throwing a tantrum, demanding respect instead of earning it by his blade. That's a first even for me." Visibly shrinking back in his chair the Demon King looked away, his thundering heartbeat could be heard loud and clear by everyone. And who could blame him? There wasn't a single wise individual who could risk ange

he greeted as we neared the prince. “Aurien,” the dark-haired prince regarded him, arching a brow. “This is unexpected. Akyran gracil lo, prosethen diasen neath tharen?” “Prianthe amar ith,” my dragon replied curtly. “Taradrakynil,” the prince sighed it out. “As you will. Follow then,” he took his wife’s hand.

Her aba Mandel speaks from behind, "You're not ready yet for a fight. We'll find another way, okay?" "There's no other way, aba!" she answers. Adamant, she proceeds to the center and vigorously declares, "I, princess Amira, the youngest of the royal draconian, challenge princess Alianah for a fight to determine the strongest fit for prince Hasham's heart." Princess Alianah, a tall, fine and exquisite draconian of minimal golden scales, stands from her seat and declares with so much pride, "I, princess Alianah the third born of the royal draconian, accept the challenge of princess Amira for a duel to determine the strongest and most deserving for prince Hasham." She doesn't keep her mocking g