All Chapters of Dragon Prince's Heart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

In an inn room.Bowen looked at himself in the mirror. He sat obediently in front of the mirror while a humming Astrid smoothed his hair and trimmed it neatly. Bowen's previously disheveled hair had been washed clean and smelled good. Astrid insisted on bathing Bowen if the man refused to bathe by himself. After Bowen finished showering, Astrid led him to a chair and began combing his hair. After finishing Bowen's hair, Astrid cut and braided his beard neatly. Although Bowen's vigor had disappeared because his body was malnourished, he looked even more handsome than before.Bowen still thought everything he was going through was like a dream. His days in steel prison were over. Bowen never thought they would escape from the mine riding a dragon and being surrounded by dragon spirits. It was an honor for a Dwarf like him to fly on a dragon's back. It was an experience that he probably would never have again in his life. And Bowen was grateful that he was still alive to

Astrid's face flushed red because Draco kissed her neck gently. She grasped Draco's hand, which was hugging her waist gently from behind."They're waiting for us," said Astrid uncertainly."They can wait for us a little longer," Draco replied as he played Astrid's earlobe with his lips.“Draco…” Astrid sighed, feeling a tingling sensation in her ear.“I miss time together like this, Astrid. Our journey is quite tiring,” Draco whispered, turning Astrid's body to face him. He then kissed Astrid's lips gently and stuck his tongue into hers until the girl groaned with pleasure.Astrid let Draco caressed her body gently. She received the soft touch of Draco's lips on her body. Slowly Draco stripped off all of Astrid's clothes and his own clothes. He then carried Astrid onto his old bed and laid her down there."Astrid, I want you ..." Draco sighed in his voice that sounded sexy to Astrid's ears.Draco ran his

Draco and Astrid had just returned from the dragon's den to the Brighton Estate. When he got there, Draco went to find Berk and Bowen at Edmund's workshop for them. Berk was seen checking the stock of raw materials for making weapons. Meanwhile, Bowen was trying to forge a sword with the existing equipment. The flames scattered as the hammer struck the blade above the anvil. Bowen's movements were energetic, and his face was delighted.“Hi, there. How is it going?" asked Draco, who came with his backpack.“Great. The equipment in this place is complete and perfect,” said Bowen happily.“I brought some things for you that might be of use. Astrid brought out the bottles," Draco said.Astrid took several water bottles from her rucksack and handed them to Bowen and Berk, two bottles each. One bottle contained colorless and transparent healing water. The other bottle contained healing water, a mixture of silver, red, and green color.

Hundreds of years ago ...Radcliff ran between the desert and barren mountains without shoes. He was eight years old at the time. He was tall for his age because he was already one and a half meters tall. He was running in a black sleeveless shirt that opened at the chest and black pants knee-length. His feet moved swiftly up the rocks above the desert. His skin was tanned from sunburn. His spiky red hair fell a little messed up to his shoulders. His pair of ruby red eyes were radiant."Come on, hurry up!" exclaimed Radcliff to his friends. Two of his friends had fallen so far behind him that they only looked like black dots in the desert. The sun was almost setting."You're slow!" grunted Radcliff without slowing down his feet. He kept running towards his favorite place.Since childhood, the fire clan members had received enough physical training so that their bodies were already perfectly muscular. Despite running a quite distance in the hot weather, Ra

Keefe was huddled in prison with a cold, damp iron trellis. The smell of rotting mushrooms stung his nose. One of its wings was broken and torn. His usual dazzling and fragrant appearance was disheveled and sad. He noticed that dark magic filled this room with a suppressing aura. He tried to get magic energy out of his fingers, but Keefe could not release any energy. His chest felt tight, filled with deep despair. Keefe's ears were ringing, and he noticed traces of dried blood on the tip of his nose. His head ached from being hit by a hard blunt object until he lost consciousness. His clothes were torn and dirty. Whoever kidnapped him must have had considerable strength.On his head was a large, bleeding lump. His hair was sticky with dried blood.“Damn it! That guy hit me until I got hurt like this,” complained Keefe as he staggered to his feet.As a half-fairy, Keefe has the ability to heal his body faster than an ordinary human. However, the black