Shadow And Flame Chronicles Book 1 Ethereal Bonds
Chased by Sorin through neon-lit Vegas, Dawn’s uncontrolled light magic crackles in desperation. She slips past the ward that hides a magical realm and crashes into the Black Pistons motorcycle club’s territory. The club is led by twin alpha dragons, Riku and Rain, who have vowed against mating. Dawn’s arrival ignites an unexpected bond: Riku flirts, teasing her with warmth and guidance, while Rain, the colder brother, distances himself despite an undeniable draw. Offered shelter and protection, Dawn steps into a world of dragonfire and the shadow of a dark wizard who promises safety if she stops running.
Rain’s distrust of Dawn’s magic leads him to impose strict rules while Riku encourages her to explore her power. Sorin infiltrates the ward, probing defenses and leaving Dawn shaken. A midnight ride under desert stars ends with an almost-kiss as Riku’s warmth contrasts Rain’s questions that reveal his inner conflict. During a training session Riku teaches her to channel light magic through touch, sparking an intimate moment abruptly interrupted by Sorin’s attack. As dreams twist under Malachar’s promises, Dawn finds herself torn between the twins’ opposing teachings when Rain, rescues her from danger.
Jealousy and desire fracture their trio when Dawn admits to a bond with both brothers. Riku’s teasing hides tender devotion, while Rain’s hesitation dissolves as he tends to her wounds with touches. In a moonlit orchard their passion ignites until Rain’s sudden arrival sparks tension. Malachar’s emissary breaches the ward bearing a sigil, forcing the twins and Dawn into battle. Dragonfire and light magic merge in a display of unity that scatters their foe. In the aftermath adrenaline fuels an moment where neither brother claims her outright, their unclaimed bond shimmering with danger and undeniable promise.
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Chapter: Heat in the HallChapter 7 Riku Draven's point of viewI sense her before I see her, my dragon surging beneath my skin as Dawn's scent drifts through the crack beneath the office door. Light magic and apple blossoms, warm skin and something uniquely her—my nostrils flare, drinking it in like a man dying of thirst. Rain shoots me a warning glance from behind his desk, but I don't bother hiding my reaction. Let him pretend all he wants that she doesn't affect him the same way. I know better. Our mate approaches, and no amount of centuries-old promises can change what we both feel in our bones.A soft knock, hesitant. My dragon rumbles with approval—she's showing deference to our territory even as her magic pulses against the ward, strengthening it with every passing hour. Rain calls for her to enter, his voice betraying none of the tension I can see coiled in his shoulders.Dawn steps into our shared office, and something in my chest tightens painfully. She looks exhausted, dark circles shadowing those
Last Updated: 2025-10-13
Chapter: Terms of ShelterChapter 6Dawn Ellery's point of viewA soft knock pulls me from the depths of dreamless sleep, each tap a physical pain against my consciousness. I groan, rolling toward the sound as if through molasses, my body a collection of aches that remind me of last night's orchard adventure. The light filtering through the curtains tells me morning has arrived, though it feels like I've barely closed my eyes. Four hours of sleep after touching ancient magic is not nearly enough.The knock comes again, more insistent this time. I drag myself upright, the silk sheets sliding away from skin that feels too sensitive, as if the rune's energy still courses just beneath the surface. My dragon tattoo pulses with residual warmth between my shoulder blades, a constant reminder of whatever awakened in me last night."Coming," I rasp, my voice a stranger's—thick with exhaustion and something else, something wild that lingers like the taste of those glowing apple
Last Updated: 2025-10-05
Chapter: The Orchard at NightChapter 5 Dawn Ellery's point of viewSleep eludes me, a taunting ghost that flits just beyond my grasp. The silk sheets—another gift I didn't ask for—tangle around my legs like living things as I toss and turn, my mind a churning sea of questions without answers. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a gentle heat, as if it knows I'm thinking of them. Rain. Riku. Twin dragons with matching green eyes that see through me, into me, yet refuse to tell me what they see.I fling an arm across my eyes, as if that might block out the images that cycle through my mind: Sorin's rage as the ward closed between us; the pulsing walls of the clubhouse responding to my light; Rain's cold assessment and Riku's warm invitation. Most of all, that inexplicable pull between us—the bond, as Liora called it, though she wouldn't explain further.Dinner tonight was an exercise in restraint. Apparently, the Black Pistons eat together like some bizarre magical biker family. I sat with Li
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: Twin Troubles: The Dragons' DilemmaChapter 4 Rain Draven's point of viewTwenty-seven floorboards from wall to window. I count them again, my boots silent against the ancient oak that's witnessed centuries of dragon councils. The runic candles cast long shadows that dance across the leather-bound tomes on our desk, their flames responding to my agitation with subtle flares. My dragon claws at my insides, demanding action when restraint is our only option. I turn at the window, catching Riku's amused gaze as he lounges in his chair like this is all some cosmic joke rather than the crisis it truly is."You'll wear a trench in that floor, brother," Riku says, his voice carrying that perpetual undercurrent of mirth that grates against my nerves today. He sprawls in the leather armchair like a cat in sunlight, one leg thrown carelessly over the armrest, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm that matches nothing but the chaos of his thoughts."And you'll accomplish nothing sitting
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
Chapter: First SparksChapter 3 Dawn Ellery's point of viewI wake to sunlight spilling through a gap in heavy curtains, painting a golden stripe across unfamiliar silk sheets. My body feels like it's been run over by a truck, muscles screaming in protest as I push myself to sitting position. The room spins briefly, reality reassembling itself in fragments—the chase through neon-soaked streets, the shimmering barrier, Sorin's rage as the doors closed between us. And then... them. The twins with dragon-green eyes who looked at me like they knew every secret I'd ever kept, even from myself.This room is nothing like my motel. Rich mahogany furniture gleams in the morning light—a dresser with intricate carvings, a leather armchair that probably costs more than everything I own. The bed beneath me is massive, draped in sheets that slip against my skin like water. I don't remember how I got here, don't remember undressing or climbing under these covers. The last clear memory is following Riku up the stairs, my
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Chapter: The ClubhouseChapter 2 Dawn Ellery's point of view The heavy oak doors slam shut behind me with the finality of a tomb. I collapse onto my knees, gasping for breath, as the last traces of my light magic fizzle across my skin like dying fireworks. Around me, a world unlike any I've known materializes through the haze of my exhaustion — leather and chrome, whiskey and smoke, the low thrum of conversation suddenly silenced by my dramatic entrance. Dozens of eyes turn toward me, assessing, wary, curious. I've escaped Sorin, but what exactly have I fallen into? My palms press against smooth wooden floorboards, worn to a dull shine by years of boot traffic. The air tastes different here — thicker, charged with something ancient that reminds me of the moment before lightning strikes. A bluesy guitar riff cuts off mid-note, the silence that follows heavy as a blanket. "Jesus Christ," someone mutters from the shadows. I force my head up, willing my vision to clear. The room swims into focus gradually
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
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