Page 3 of Cursed with the Dragon Prince
The transformation is fast, completed within a moment, and soon a man’s sharp jawline replaces a dragon’s maw, while tight muscles replace scales. A short tuft of black hair frames his gold-rimmed hazel eyes. He’s taller, more muscular than any man I’ve known.
A dragon fae stands before me; the only thing he wears is a pair of loose red pants so light they billow in the sea breeze. His skin is a golden brown, rich as his dragon scales and accentedwith streaks of gold, and along his collarbones and chest, small red scales shimmer.
My fingers drift to my neck. The texture of his scales… They’re like…mine.
I swallow. The Isles of Fae are as diverse as their inhabitants. Each island has such unique history, story, and lore that travelers’ tales have left me unprepared to be shipwrecked here.
When he speaks, his voice rumbles like his dragon’s roar. “Human.”
Now he seems more man than beast. My awe subsides, replaced by the instinct to flee.
He’s terrifying, and I can’t resist the urge to survive. Fear is stronger than pain—I run.
Drakon
She’s terrified.
And she has every right to be afraid—she’s human. Because of her species, she should be terrified of thisentireisland, my clan, and above all, me. My clan has not been kind to humans, and my bloodline has been the worst.
We are the dragon fae, created for life on these volatile lands by the isle herself, Wisp. A deity who has cursed our clan.
It’s a curse only a human can lift.
And she’s clearly more than just another human. Her ebony skin parallels Wisp’s obsidian stones, and her deep brown glinting eyes hint to an intelligence I presume she often has to hide. Long dark braids hold her hair back, efficient and tidy.
But it’s the glistening of her purple scales that gives her away.
She’s more than human. She’s better than them. Her clan must be terrified of her, because I’m awed.
Between a long skirt and sleeved blouse, she’s well covered, but the clothes are worn and cut in places, allowing me glimpses of her breathtaking skin.
My chest burns with the instinct to claim her, trap her now and ensure the salvation of my clan—only common sense makes me hesitate. Disaster struck the last human who reached our shores.
Still, the want, the need, remains. This human could determine our future, and like my fathers before me, I’m hesitant to let the opportunity slip through my claws.
Deep down, I know my desire is more than that… I wanther.My heart stirs, and I know it’s the desire I’ve long cautioned myself against.
I try to resist.
But when she runs, my dark instincts win, and I give chase.
Dark
Reina
His eyes shift, gold rims turning red, and I sprint away. Running from the ocean, I dart across the dark sand.
My heart pounds as I approach the obsidian cliffs. Maybe it’s possible to scale them? I don’t know what that will accomplish.
Fortunately, as I reach the stone, I see opportunity.
There is a narrow crevice in the cliff wall. I might be able to slip through, but I doubt the dragon fae will be able to follow.
He roars, sand shifting as he runs.
With no time for second-guessing, I wrap my hands around the jagged edge and throw my weight forward, shimmying slightly to fit through the narrow opening.
The cavern is bigger than I thought, and I tumble down, scraping against the jagged wall. My arms and feet sting as I succumb to the cavern’s darkness.
